I have been so caught up with the events in my own life, traumatic as they have been, that the anniversary of the tsunami in Japan almost slipped by. Reminded by graphic and disturbing images on this mornings news, I was jolted back to the March 11 of last year. Outside a fierce storm was brewing, Nadia's Dad was up from Berry, while in real time the most shocking thing I have ever seen rolled by on our TV screen. There are no words for such a colossal disaster. The homes of real people were ripped apart or floated by, seemingly by magic. These are the same homes that hours before had woken to the sounds of an ordinary day, with the mundane events of breakfast and getting ready to go. Children's voices, cars in the street, the smells, sights and sounds of life lived everyday.
We are never prepared for these things Our lives, so routine, in which the sameness of habit can be mistaken for an unchanging existence, is thrown about like a shirt in a spin dryer. It's there all the time, the veneer of ordinariness that we impose on each day, heedless of the underlying reality. And we all do it, just to survive. Just to get by.
May God Bless all those who suffered and continue to suffer from the terrible events of 12 months ago. My tears and my prayers are for you.
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