Sooziii has posted her thoughts on her blog. She describes the surrealism of it all. Read her post first, then come back to this one.
I would like to add my thoughts:
The rain falls, the temperatures drop and we shiver where days ago we were experiencing unbelievable heat.
But we don't complain because what can we complain about? We are not suffering as others are.
A dear friend dies suddenly from cancer, but her death does not seem to have the same affect it would have had before the fires. We are already grieving and in shock. Her passing is just one more.
Perhaps the reality of her death will sink in at her funeral.
We wait for news about people we know who live in the fire areas. As each person reports in, we breathe a sigh of relief. We no longer feel devastated at the loss of their home. They are alive!
I watch the updates on the fires and the losses and miracles. I think about those in the floods. We are in the middle. And we are fine. But everday living has taken on a different air.
I donate to several organisations (human and animal welfare groups). I raid my stash and send off 3 kilos of fabrics.
I plan ways to help as time progresses. People will still be needing assistance long after the media frenzy has moved on to something else.
I read blogs about other things, but my mind can't register with any joy. I don't comment as much.
Some bloggers, understandably, are blogging about other things to try to restore some sort of normality to their lives.
I wish I could.
I can't forget for even a moment. Everything seems so trivial by comparison.
If this is my reaction, how will those that have lived through it cope emotionally in the days, the months, the years, ahead?
Hugs to all of you.