Last Monday the world changed. Again.
I clearly remember where I was when news broke of the 9/11 tragedy, the Bali bombings and now the Martin Place siege. Little moments in the timeline of life that stand out, not because of beautiful memories, but because the world seems to lose a little more of its innocence.
A nice slow start to my week; I’d dropped Bell at her friend’s house early, walked the dogs along the beach, my mum dropped in and we chatted for a while.
When I finally turned the TV on, I tuned into what was happening in Sydney, and the moment was quickly added to that list of those that I’ll never forget.
The senseless violence that was being played out was hard to comprehend. Drop into your local coffee shop before work, and you’ve walked into a nightmare. To think this was happening in our own “safe” country didn’t seem possible, but there it was in all its horrible reality.
We all know that the eventual ending was a tragic one, and something that never should have happened. Watching it unfold left me with such a helpless and hopeless feeling, and I found it so confronting to think that this could be happening to any of us.
After a while, I retreated to my social media go-to of Instagram, and was blown away by the outpouring of emotion being shared. The hashtag #prayforsydney had been started and I felt that I needed to add to it, just so I’d acknowledged the whole tragedy. Maybe a selfish reason, but I did feel that the small connection made a difference.
That hashtag has since grown to over 62,000 posts, and #illridewithyou is more than 76,000. Amy from Handbag Mafia wrote about how this tragic act brought people together, and gave us a glimmer of hope that people really are good.
There’s nothing we can do to lessen the impact this has had on our society, and I think it will be a long time before we’re not talking about it. We probably won’t ever be able to totally eliminate the evil that comes from hating others just because their beliefs or culture are different. But we can do our best to overpower it with acts of good, and kindness to those that desperately need it.
I saw my post shared around, and quite a few people have contacted me to see if they can purchase a print of it anywhere. But because I painted it specifically on that day, there’s no way I’ll be selling it. I’m more than happy to send a print of it as a Zen Note to anyone who would like some to pass on to others they think may need to see this message.
Just let me know if you would like some, and I’ll pop a few in the mail to you.
We may not be able to stop all the bad stuff completely, but it doesn’t hurt to give it a good try.