Yesterday morning I relished in the deliciousness of the school holidays. I woke a little later than normal, and was greeted by a snuggly little boy who wanted nothing more than school holiday cuddles.
I had a leisurely breakfast, did some washing, tidied things up. You know, all the usual suspects.
I perused online study options, evaluating possibilities for next year, trying to decide which way to go.
I finished the Christmas shopping. I found a nice trifle bowl on sale for an absolute bargain (been wanting one for years but I always want it before Christmas, when I can’t justify getting it.) I bought the dog a bag of bones which made him insanely happy.
When I got home, I wrapped presents whilst kids squabbled happily over Monopoly. Someone from the course I had enquired about called me and we had an informative conversation that left me hopeful and inspired.
Then I checked FB.
Then I watched the news.
Remember when September 11 happened, and in an instant, the whole world changed? That’s what I was thinking about when I heard that a chocolate shop; arguably one of the safest and happiest places on earth, had been seized in a hostage situation.
Just like that, everything else felt inconsequential. The Christmas presents and the phone call and the bag of bones seemed insignificant compared to the plight of an indeterminate number of people stuck in a cafe under terrifying circumstances.
For the rest of the day I watched the news on and off. I finished the ironing. I took the kids to the park. I hung out the washing. And I pondered what to write. Because it seemed that nothing would matter at all, apart from Martin Place, and yet what could be said about that?
So I started making the spag bog, tearfully joyful over news that another two people were free, whilst searching through You Tube for my most recently listened to songs.
And I found this:
And I realised that all the day’s activities had mattered. The shopping and the bones and the trifle dish and the call about a course that could bring me satisfaction and income.
They were still important. And perhaps more so. Because acts of kindness and beauty and generosity (even to the dog) are in so much more demand when it’s dark and scary outside.
The world might have changed yesterday. Whether it did or not, is yet to be seen.
But that doesn’t mean that we have to.
Loading InLinkz ...