[10/52]: 11 March 2011

March 11, 2011

Sorry that this has been a little late.)

Dear Reader,

All we were looking forward today, was an ordinary day with maybe an iPad at the end.

Except this morning, I stumbled out of bed, mumbled a cursory greeting and rebuffed a few good-natured swipes, and then Mr. Yum said, quietly, “There’s been a big earthquake in Japan.” Then we both watched in horrified silence at the tsunami spreading out towards farmlands, desperately wanting this all to be a preview trailer to some post-apocalyptic movie. But no, this was real life, and though I can’t stand watching that video again, I’ve been checking news all day. I’m sure many of you are, especially with those with families and friends there, but also those of you who don’t. I’m not sure how life goes on after that, and there’s this big disjoint between what’s happening in Japan and life here. That, and as of now, there is not much we can do except to hope it doesn’t get any worse.

It does certainly put this week’s letter-writing in perspective, though. I had a bad week in which I was humiliated and embarrassed, and was planning to write about it, but now, I don’t know. It seems so petty (well, not really, it was just mostly unfairness), but it does seem rather insignificant to what is happening right now. Life goes on…somewhat. I mean, sure, Japan is equipped for this- their infrastructure, their long history with earthquakes, their stoicism and perseverance, their economic status which will help with recovery, but at the same time, I am thinking, this is real. The world is very real. The turtle moves (a reference to Terry Pratchett’s Discworld, in which the world is flat on back of elephants on top of a turtle). Or rather, the turtle moves and isn’t happy about it. Or maybe the turtle sneezed.

And when the turtle sneezes, I feel compelled to pay attention, even though I can do nothing.

***

And, to be fair,
There is sun as well.

Nowhere else
is there sun like here,

Morning sunshine
all day long.

Which is why the plants,
Even the bracken,

Are sometimes tempted
Into trust.

from “A Herbal” by Seamus Heaney, from Human Chain: Poems
(highly recommended)

Take care of yourself until then,
Eunice

P.S. How many of you would be interested in a mid-week garden post?

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One Response to [10/52]: 11 March 2011

  1. Lee says:

    Everything feels insignificant sometimes in the face of disaster. Yes, please, to the garden post. I want to live vicariously through you.

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