There are events in life that touch our sensibility more deeply than others. It’s the way it goes.
I’ve always had a strong attraction and a fond connection to Japan. Its food and sense of design. Its people and scenery. I have many great Japanese friends. All special. And although I have not yet been to Japan, I’ve always had the dream to visit.
Today, of course, it’s impossible not to feel sad for what happened to the country and its people. I cannot imagine what it must feel like. I also know that now that I am myself a mother, I feel even more deeply touched.
The work involved to help might feel out of reach. But yet there are little things we can do. Because everyone deserves to have a roof above their head; food to eat and water to drink; a family and friends to turn towards and love.
It’s something important.
Something simple we can do.
I would like to clarify something because I realize that sometimes, people read more in what is written than there is:
Someone sent me an email this morning that read like this:
“Today I read this in your post about Japan…
I also know that now that I am myself a mother, I feel even more deeply touched.
I am happy you are so happy in your role as a mother, but please do not assume that those of you with children can feel more deeply than those without. Loss, devastation, empathy, and grief are human emotions. For better or worse. For better or worse.”
This was my response:
“This is not what I am saying or writing. You are reading something more in it. I certainly know that grief is not conditioned by being a mother. And that people without children experience grief too. But I do know however that indeed, now that I am a mother, there are new emotions I didn’t have the same way before. So I am simply talking about my personal experience. Everyone has his or hew own experience of life. And I am writing about mine.”