These days, when I hug my children at night I know I hold them tighter, longer and with a depth of feeling that is so profound, I almost cry. I thought I was a poet, a writer - one who could wield and arrange words to reflect what I feel adequately at least. I could make people feel compassion and nostalgia. Love and hatred. Equally.
But I could not. Not this week.
Neither could Obama.
For words failed us this week to comprehend the tragedy and horror that beheld a small town half a world away. How the lives of little angels were cruelly cut short this week.
Children of America. Children of Gaza.
Children of Myanmar. Children of the world wherever you are
who die of man created violence.
Words failed me.
So I turned to Sting.
And nothing brought this closer to heart and reminded me how fragile we really are as this simple short song did.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are
y lloro yo
y el cielo también
y el cielo también
y lloro yo
Guns and wars really have no place in our civilian society, do they?
Every ripple on the ocean Every leaf on every tree Every sand dune in the desert Every power we never see There is a deeper wave than this Swelling in the world There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl
Feel it rising in the cities Feel it sweeping over land Over borders, over frontiers Nothing will its power withstand There is no deeper wave than this Rising in the world There is no deeper wave than this Listen to me girl
All the bloodshed, all the anger All the weapons, all the greed All the armies, all the missiles All the symbols of our fear There is a deeper wave than this Rising in the world There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl
The girls and I are always planning some activity of the other. It is a ruse to keep them busy and focused on a project. However, at the back of my mind I am always devising ways to keep my kids creative and innovative while having fun - and some sense of accomplishment.
Last weekend, after a friend had asked what to do with old exercise books from school, I remembered I used make Iman and Inas notebooks. I tore out the used pages, stapled the books together cover to cover and wrapped them in wrapping paper. About five of them did nicely.
Using a cardboard for the cover ensured that it lasted and gave a solid finish to the notebook.
Here is Ikesha's notebook.
We have a lot of old drawing blocks as well. So I taught Ikesha to wrap the drawing block covers with the matching wrapping paper. I made two corner pockets to hold her drawing paper. Ikesha now has a drawing board to match her notebook.
Here are the girls' supplies of colour pencils, scissors, staplers and cellophene tape.
We saw Life Of Pi over the weekend. Ikesha loves Richard Parker and pretends to read my book Life Of Pi.
This morning, before I left for work, Ikesha asked for a smaller (simplified, I guess) Life Of Pi book. So I told her our next project would be to make a Life Of Pi book she can read to herself. I will do the words based on the story using words Ikesha can manage - and Ikesha will do the illustrations.
In school, we lived together for five years, longer with Aimy (standing-l) and Famie (sitting 3rd from r). We know each other pretty well and love catching up as plainly seen here. This was the lunch I missed last Friday, having appointments a good part of the day.
We meet quite regularly - and each and every time have a wonderful get away stretching the lunch hour way past the norm.
A friendship of 35 years or so - a treasure indeed !