Yesterday before spin class, we were talking about Russia and the commercial airliner shot down over Ukraine. I said to the spin instructor, "You should have brought that 80's CD; it could have been the Return to the Cold War ride."
We're all older, so we laughed. But I've been thinking about the similarities. I remember in 1983 when the USSR shot down a Korean plane. I remember the escalation of tensions; it felt like we all held our breath to see what would happen.
It seemed we all held our breath a lot during much of the 1980's.
I think of the flare-up of tensions between Israel and Palestinians; it's happening now, and it was happening then. I think of Syria melting down into an unrecognizable state--lots of Cold War parallels there.
Lots of people wring their hands and insist that times are worse now. That's both true and not true. As a reader of history, I do know how quickly these flare-ups can turn into conflagrations that consume a whole generation (see World War I, World War II). I feel edgy for that reason.
Maybe I should adopt Rachel's solution of being careful about exposure to news and social media; before she decided to take a break from the Internet, she wrote this wonderful post.
I like Beth's approach to this tension in this blog post. I like the posting of picture of a bouquet of flowers, the acknowledgement that we will always be mourning the lost. She gives us a quote from an ancient text:
And some there be, which have no memorial;
who are perished as though they had never been...
I like that she gives us beauty with the sorrow.
And so, I, too shall post some pictures.
I don't have any bouquets, but I have seen beautiful flowers lately.
These flowers are from our time in Maryland, at a marina in Deale.
I'm amazed that the marina takes the time to plant such lovely gardens at a facility whose sole purpose is to exist so that boats can leave.
Of course those boats do come back. The flowers make it feel like a home, or the home I like to think I would have, if I had time to tend extensive gardens on a huge plot of land.
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