Haiti sits on my mind most of the time. I can feel the pain from the thousands of miles that separate them and Me.
Them in their desolation.
Me in my warm, safe, cosy home. Surrounded by the family I am bringing up, and the husband I love. The friends who come for supper. The school across the road where the teachers love my children and tell me of their little triumphs Every Day.
Surrounded by normality.
Haiti must crave for Normal.
Instead they have unimaginable sadness and loss. Sandwiched between the joy of finding a child, a mother, a friend.
It's so big, this sadness, that I don't know quite where to put it. How to wear it. What to do. I can send money. I can pray. I can sit here amongst all my belongings and think of all those millions who have Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.
Or I can get on and keep thanking God for all the blessings he showers on me.
Doesn't feel enough, I have to say.
I am looking out of my window now. A cat is sitting on the drive. My cat. Sitting neatly and watching the garden. Birds are visiting the bird feeder, wary of the cat. The post man has just been. Washing is in the washing machine and is churning away comfortingly next door. The chickens are fed. Children are at school, except Middle Son, who is on the sofa in the sitting room, nursing a poorly tummy and headache. Husband is at work. He will ring at lunchtime as he always does.
How blessed is Normal.
There is no neat and tidy concluding thought in this post. Because I can't think what could Conclude such a tragedy.
All I can say is I will carry on thinking about Haiti. Praying. And thanking all of those people who are There and Helping. How wonderful they are. Truly good.
I owe them. I really, truly do.