I have been doing a lot of thinking about the awful atrocities in Palestine following my band’s recent fundraiser for Warchild. Often my thoughts drift from “how can I do more”, to a sense of futile hopelessness.
I was sat in my garden, reflecting with gratitude that I can do such a thing, and I was reading Wendell Berry. The words just hit me as dramatically relevant, even though it was written decades ago, so I recorded a quick spoken word version (see below) – just to share the beauty of the words and as a premise to ask for your kind donations to our Just Giving Warchild page.
You can donate to Warchild here – Joker’s Flight Just Giving
Peace and love
The World Outside the Window 