Suppose you don’t know and there is no prospect of finding out. What then?

I’ve been writing this blog in my head through the night, through my yoga class, and now actually, sitting in the garden. I am feeling so disturbed by what is happening in the world and I don’t know what to do. Little me.

I’m making a garden, you know that. But there are people who are terrified, who are being killed.
I have this idea that to bring peace to the world we must have love and compassion in our hearts for all people. All people. That must include those giving the orders as well as those dying. How is that possible? I don’t know.

All the while a wood pigeon has been diving in and out of the bay tree and a female blackbird has been collecting nesting material; there are ripples on the pond, the frog perhaps checking on her spawn. The marsh marigold is flowering, looking rather ragged this year. Overhead a goldfinch moves past twittering gently. I can hear sparrows arguing.

The scent of thyme under my feet drifts in the air. I’m making a garden, that’s all I can do. And learn to live with not knowing, and knowing I can’t know.