Juggling Pitchers Filled with Milk Of Human Kindness

That is what collectively we, the conscientious humans, seem to be doing these days, don’t we?

It wasn’t always thus. Up untill recently areas of world were not so intimately connected with each other that an American thought could be heard, and responded to, in Ghana or a joke cracked in Chile would  elicit a chuckle in Sweden, or a stone thrown on India would hit a nerve in Australia. We used to come across disasters and tragedies and catastrophes here and there, slowly as the word travelled, gradually as the news trickled and we had time to dole out that precious commodity, that pure and wholesome milk of human kindness.

Now, however, we stand and watch, befuddled and bemused, as more and more keeps getting added to our already quite daunting array of juggling objects.
Ask yourself – have I been paying attention to –
World Hunger?
Refugees/Migrants?
Global Warming/Climate Change?
Human Trafficking?
Potable Water?
Child Soldiers?
Draught and Floods?
Animal Cruelty?
Persecution Of women? minorities? LGBT communities?
Global Terrorism?
Equal Rights for all humans every where?
What about those honey bees?

Take your eyes of of any one of these for a second and there…you have dropped that particular pitcher of milk.

Or perhaps it is just silly old me, with my ratty fine motor skills. Never could juggle worth a damn. But I try, my fellow creatures, I try.