Icy rain knocks on the sky roof all day. I
do not dare to venture out. Winter gradually locks me in. Shifting between a
little more than four walls, cooking beef curry, brewing tea and mulling over
new ideas.
From the other end of the world I hear
about the relentless baking sun. The beating heat of high summer is
conjured in my mind. We are sitting around under a shady tree, anticipating sunset,
licking the soothing pleasure of a pineapple sucker. I am sympathetic and envious! How about
sending me some of that heat?
In another corner of the day, a victim’s
pain reaches me. Family violence, publically executed, seemingly there are no
consequences for the perpetrator. How does he live with his guilt? Another hit
from the meth pipe? Are they all just victim’s creating more victims surviving
on the expectations of an hourly philosophy? Almost succeeding in shattering dreams
and toying with an idealists’ reality.
On the other end of the world I can only
listen and understand. It is easy to sit on the sidewalk watching the spectacle
of pain. A deep sadness descends. Tragedy is no longer something ‘out there’ it
makes us reel in the pain of memory. I
dare to share some soothing words. Calming down frayed nerves, nurturing
empathy, strengthening resolves. Hoping that we all learn something new in the
recurring cycle of each day.
Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt, 2015-01-29.
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