Before leaving my warm bed this morning, I turned up my thermostat, turned on my coffee pot and turned on soft music throughout the house. All of this, thanks to my smartphone and smart home.
I go downstairs in warmth, lured by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and enjoying soft music.
I do so everyday on my way to my reading chair and the fireplace.
Doing so has been bittersweet for the past few weeks.
I wake up safe with relative certainty that no bombs will fall on my house.
I can shop knowing that I will find food and drink.
I can walk my dog knowing that we can safely walk down the street.
I can sit at my desk typing this knowing that my Internet connection is stable and secure.
I live in relative certainty and safety each day.
People in war-torn countries do not have this luxury.
Yet, they are more than “people” in far-away lands.
They are my brothers, sisters, children, parents, indeed my family.
John Donne said it better than I can.
No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were.
as well as if a manor of thy friend’s
or of thine own were.
Any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee. ~John Donne
There but for the grace of God go I.
Praying for refuge and peace for all people.