it has been 12 days since the christchurch earthquake, and i keep thinking of paula baynes’ illustration from ‘the magician’s nephew’ where jadis has grabbed the children and is leaving charn as it crumbles and spills behind them.
the RSS feeds and (national) radio almost only talk of christchurch. i bet it is the same on tv and the newspapers. grief, consolation and latest snippets of news are being matched now with opinions and ideas on ‘where next’. should the lotto jackpot go towards relief? should the rugby world cup still be held there? how many dead now? should all old buildings be torn down? is electricity back? water? what of the sludge?
i find, though, that i have nothing to say. what can i say that has not already been said? what insight or comfort can i provide? as always, i find myself tongue-tied and inconsequential, somehow, when faced by another’s grief. what is there to say when one’s world is destroyed? so i observe the 2 minute silence, and argue that while the gesture doesn’t mean much, it is an important one. it gives me, all tongue tied and clumsy, a way of feeling involved.
so kia kaha christchurch, be strong. and kia kaha libya. and kia kaha manipur. kia kaha you, kia kaha me. and maybe there will be a narnia beyond the ruins of charn.
NOTE: if you’re looking at ways to help, trademe has created this earthquake support section. you can offer or ask for volunteer help, and it also has links to the other agencies that are working there, who are accepting donations of various sorts.