Thanks for popping in.
Friday’s Blog a private peek, right?
Today I want to share something very private,
because perhaps it will help somebody who is struggling with world events.
And I DON’T mean BREXIT.
Woke up this morning to the news of Nice.
On 13th November last year, Paris came under attack, remember?
How do I know the date? Never to be forgotten.
I made a lino cut – my first.
Made one print.
Gave it to our French friends who we were staying with
that very week.
Then broke the mould,
and prayed that its breaking would symbolise once and never again.
I keep the lino cut right by my Mac where I work.
I have made a little shrine by the window,
with a glass piece I bought in Jocelyn, France that same week,
to remind me to say a prayer for the survivors of terrorist attacks every day.
What was just another day in my life – albeit it sad and shocked -was a show stopper for a lot of people,
the start of a lifelong nightmare.
But yesterday, another French community came under attack.
And we are powerless.
We just stand by and can do absolutely nothing.
Be grateful it wasn’t us? That’s rather animalistic, isn’t it?
What a crazy world we live in.
The only constructive thing I can do is add another reminder to my
Respect-Shrine, to remember to pray for the latest victims
and their poor, poor families.
If I dwell on the atrocities and cruelty in the world,
I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and anguish.
So I have this little memorial place by my desk,
and as soon as I see it every day, and remember those dear souls,
my life is right-sized, and all my high brow problems disappear in an instant.
And now little Alice will sit there too,
and remind me of Nice – 14th July, 2016.
I have written it on the back.
This is all so very very wrong.
12th June, 2016 – Orlando
This was the piece I made to remind me of those poor people.
My shrine is getting too full too fast.
So there you have it.
Now you know how I try to deal with these crimes against humanity which are just to awful to comprehend.
I can’t keep tracking the news; that just feeds my anger and fear.
So I withdraw, and speak to my Higher Power,
let my hands get busy, make some meaningful art,
and then light a candle.
Love and Peace