Letters from a Listener

In the beginning there was tohuwabohu. Then God created Heaven and Earth and separated the land from the water. He was being creative, not knowing what would become of it. It was and is a process. I like the idea that we are still in that process. The more chaos, the brighter the silver lining. We are still in the middle of creation, it will never end. And by everything we do, we can influence the outcome. God gave us a free will, trusting us. Let us use it! In my mind, many things come together right now. If you listened to the news just these last days - wow! The hearings about Jan. 6th and all the testimony. Mr. Trump unhinged, but so many followers still denying it. Putin`s mafia state neglecting any humanity. Making innocent people die for his own power. Ghislaine Maxwell going to jail for 20 years, after Me Too finally worked. The patriarchy coming to an end, with the influential guys kicking and screaming. Mexican immigrants dying in a truck after some greedy people promised the

Did you see my facebook post of today, the day after the Supreme Court`s decision? I am really puzzled about America. Where is this going? At school I learned a bit about the American Constitution, written in 1787 by men only, and referring to "persons" only as men. (Compare Art. 1, The President- He shall, He may, HIS death..., or in Section 6: "No Senator or Representative shall, during the Time for which HE was elected..." and "no Person holding any Office under the United States, shall be a Member of either House during HIS continuance in Office..."). There is one exception, though, referring to slaves: Art. 1, Section 9 says "The Migration or Importation of such Persons as any of the States now existing shall think proper to admit, shall not be prohibited by the Congress prior to the Year 1808, but a Tax duty may be imposed on such Importation, not exceeding ten dollars for each Person." Such "imported persons" could be both men

Once you acquire a bad injury and need the help of caring people, you are deeply grateful for them. They try to get you back on your feet, cheer you up, feed and pamper you. My old bed neighbour(my age, haha, old) even had a friendly crush on our young male nurse and made him sign her an autograph. What I mean is, this is an extraordinary situation and everyone is happy when it is over. But it is wonderful to get help, although you hope it will never happen again. Now imagine some old power-crazy guys, solitary, mistrusting, unloved men mostly, who need to show the world how mighty they are. More influence, more land is what will show their grandeur. They will not negotiate with their adversaries, no, only a war can solve a conflict! They build or buy weapons, form an army of (mostly) adventurous young men, and invade their opponent`s country. This has been the accepted solution since many centuries, even milleniums. Hitting your neighbours on their heads will make them (um, they are

And isn`t that true! We think we have a say about what is to happen next in our lives, but far from it. If it had been up to me, I would have taken the fast train to Paris on the 8th, meet my sister-in-law from Zambia there, watch the fantastic exhibition at the Grand Palais Éphémère of African art, with my sister taking part... Yes, all was planned, hotel booked for three nights, train tickets ready, suitcase packed, and then, in the night before, I had just occurred to me to take my mobile off the loading hook, to really get everything right. And that did it. I tripped over the suitcase (what is a suitcase doing there!?) and knew right away that now it was over. My arm was broken, I got operated, had to stay in hospital, no travelling. I am all right now, more or less, still in pain, but on the healing path. What shattered me most is this incredible interference into my well-set plans! I was angry at myself, at my Guardian Angel, why was I not watched better? - But WHAT if I was just