A Kitchen in Kyiv
(These pictures were taken in Kyiv in the spring of 2019. We were visiting for an aikido seminar. You might have seen some of them in previous posts.)
In a kitchen in Kyiv, I have laughed and laughed with friends, friends I miss. Friends that are in harm’s way.
I wish I could put an edge to my words; fit a bayonet on ‘wish’ and a grenade on ‘safe.’ I wish they’d cut deep. I wish they’d detonate. I wish they’d free.
I hate just watching, sending nothing but words and dollars. I feel guilty, wishing my country would walk in on that mess, play the world police, and send a boot flying fast at that snarling dog.
I watch these images of happiness and peace, of community and commitment to a shared passion, and the fire, the tears, and the hurt, they don’t make any sense. The contrast is impossibly wrong. Can the world not remember Neville’s folly and act now?
