Today was one of those catch-up days of non-stop movement, from early morning minyan and a walk--->to house stuff, to email-signing-petitions stuff, to cat stuff...
It was an altogether busy day, the kind in which there is no time for reflection because there is lots to be done and it is all done on the fly.
This afternoon I heard a thunk on a dining room window: a bird had flown into it, and knocked herself out. When I went to check, the poor thing had died, fairly quickly. Our windows are not the kind you can easily mistake for air; I wondered what had disoriented the poor bird before that fatal mistake. I gave it a gentle and decent burial in the garden; and I felt so sad for it. She had just wanted some food.
This evening when I came home and opened email to find all the petitions, all the worry about health care, Big Pharma, the fate of the arts, of education, of our wild places and animals, of honesty in business, it made me wonder how many Americans are going to end up like that small bird: just wanting some food, something to survive on, and slamming straight into the new beaurocratic immovable object lacking in all compassion or decency, and possibly not surviving the collision.
I'm going upstairs, to where my beloved and I used to read and talk about the personal stuff and sometimes listen to music and davven; and I'm going to give G-d what-for and plead for the healing of our country.
Good night and good shabbos.