Heavy Heart

As with most of the world my heart is heavy at the thought of the human devastation in Haiti. Since I heard on Tuesday I haven’t been able to watch the pictures on the news. I have listened to the radio news instead. I feel rather lily-livered about this but I know that within seconds of seeing the distress in another humans face, especially mothers and children, it will wreck me. I am turning my thoughts to my fellow humans over there several times a day instead, saying a feeble prayer for love and kindness and helping hands and money and equipment and skill and wisdom and hope to flood that spot of the globe. Every time I think about it, I find it so hard that we are here, warm and safe and so many there are not, or are no longer.

Although Haiti is so far away from England, I am carrying around a sense of almost primal connection from the simple reality that our feet are on the same earth, the same revolving rock in the sky. And I feel gutted that yet again, as with the Tsunami, the earth has somehow betrayed us, betrayed them, by not being solid and unchanging.

For what good it does, I am sure that I am one of millions whose hearts and thoughts are connecting daily to our unknown brothers and sisters.

In case you haven’t yet, the link to the Disasters Emergency Committee that co-ordinates donations across UK aid organisations is here .