I avoid listening to the radio if they are talking about the war. And, to be honest, I’m missing my NPR fix. It’s nothing but war anymore. I avoid the news or channels that run nothing but war. I don’t want to hear about it. I’m not interested.

I may be like an ostrich and putting my head in the sand but I really don’t want to hear about people dying…especially because my country is the aggressor in the conflict.

My distaste for military actions goes as far as avoiding military displays at amazing places. When I went to Sterling and Edinburgh castles, I avoided the armament displays. I had no interest in it whatsoever. My partner at the time was stymied, I’m sure. He didn’t understand it. I just have no tolerance for implements that are used to kill others. None. Be it cannons, guillotines, or bombers, I am just not interested.

There are so many things in this world that are incredibly beautiful and I would rather fill my senses full of them.

There is nothing like driving away from your home and seeing an entire herd of elk munching away on the grasses that are peeking up through the frost. These large, magnificent animals never fail to make me catch my breath. They never fail to make my heart beat a bit faster and force energy to course through my veins.

There cannot be a better joy than entering your office where pictures of your niece and nephew greet you. Whether they are in a sleepy repose, have a silly grin on their face or are caught off-guard, their pictures never fail to remind me of what is important in this world and to make me smile.

There are better things to talk about than war. I choose to go there.