Watching a horrific but beautiful 5 am storm as I write. Bolts of lightning are flashing amidst sounds of thunder. The rain is beginning to barrel down, and soon my backyard will be a lake disappearing in 48 hours. Enjoy storms but grateful to watch them from my perch on a sofa behind glass sliding doors.

The noise is benign unlike that of Gaza and the Ukraine and as I write I wonder, ‘Why?’

Why do we go to War, and why did I capitalize the name of this horrific event? Had an interesting conversation with an empath who feels these ugly deeds of man deeply. She stated the same. It makes no sense.

I read yesterday the war in the Ukraine is coming to a close. I pray it is as I have been since its inception. But why – Russia has run out of soldiers. And while I am no fan of Russia or Russians it is a concept I lack the grasp of and once again, “why?”

Think I’ll end it here, and thanks for reading as I took you on this wild ride with no answers.