When I went to bed last night, I didn’t shower or wash my makeup off and I didn’t brush my teeth. I felt dirty! I wanted to feel dirty!
I couldn’t lie in my soft bed, in my safe house, after eating my Vietnamese pork roll, while the Children of Syria slept or should I say, closed their eyes, however they could. Scared, hungry, alone, cold, tired, sick ….. dirty! The least I could do, was to go to bed dirty! I had been looking at the harrowing photographs and reading the gut wrenching stories of the refugee children of Syria originally posted on Buzz Feed. Copyright – Magnus Wennman / Aftonbladet / REX Shutterstock
It took me forever to go to sleep. I was restless and uncomfortable in my safety. I woke early and even before I had opened my eyes, tears were wetting my pillow. As I looked at my makeup smudged face in the mirror, I recalled a conversation by text message I had with a dear friend, the previous night. I was lamenting the fact of having almost no words to express myself and my final words had been that I just don’t know what to do!! My friend’s reply had been swift – Blog it! And see what ideas others have about what to do! But did I have the necessary words?
So I made my way to the sea and sat and looked at the peaceful scene around me. Slowly, I could feel the words returning. My soul opened just enough to let the gap left by the tears I had shed earlier, be filled with the beauty of the glistening water.
My heart, previously, so weighed down with the fear of what might be, began to soar with the seagulls and pelicans, with the possibilities of what could be!
The warmth of the sun and the cool of the ocean breeze cleared my thoughts and gave me confidence in my ability to share what was troubling me.
I am not one trained in the complexities of the religious or political arguments of the refugees both here in Australia and other parts of our world. But I am someone deeply disturbed by the plight of those that have so little when I have so much!
All I know is that the situation as it is at the moment is not right. If I choose to ignore those mothers and fathers and children who are in dire need and rather choose to generalise and ignore and teach hate and suspicion – then the terrorists have won. I refuse to let the terrorists win! I choose love and understanding and acceptance …. not blindly and without caution. But with compassion and discernment and a listening ear and a gentle hand.
This beautiful video clip has been doing the rounds of the social media pages but it spoke to my heart in a way that nothing else has this week.
This father and son, taught me that the things that I can do, may be the simple but important work of reassuring a child of their safety and teaching them that love can win. It may be the highlighting of the beautiful in the world through words and pictures, to counter balance the fear and hatred so freely plastered across our televisions and newspapers. It may be financial support if I can afford it. It may be to speak up when I hear generalisations about culture or religion or race. It may be to pray. It may be to provoke thought where there has previously been none. It may be to give a forum for us to discuss our fears, here – in a safe environment.
I do not wish this post to become a for or against slanging match, about the political or religious solutions being thrown around. But rather a positive sharing of ideas and thoughts of what I can do! I know that many of us want to do something but just don’t know what! Please share in the comments your thoughts and ideas.
What can I do?