I was so upset by the end of the cease-fire in Gaza yesterday, added to the dreadful news from everywhere else, that I couldn’t blog. I began to understand why when everyday the headlines read like something from a nightmarish dystopia, some people tweet nothing but pictures of kittens.
If you’re a long-term reader you’ll know that this isn’t a political blog: it’s about my writing, and my life. The oppression of the Palestinians is the only political issue that appears on here. And I guess that you know how I feel about that by now. Yesterday, I was shocked at the news of the beheading of the American journalist, James Foley. And I was sad for him and his family. Innocent people are being brutally killed all the time in Gaza. And I hope you’ll accept that it is not minimising the horror of James Foley’s death to say that every innocent life that is lost in whatever war zone is equally sad. Everyone’s life is of equal value. In the words of the Quaker classic, Advices and Queries,
“Remember that each one of us is precious, unique, a child of God.”
This blog isn’t a religious blog either.
I want to write about something else. When I can, I will.
In the meantime, here is my version of cute kittens – my granddaughters – who I am flying to see two weeks today, if World War III hasn’t broken out by then.
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