Everything I've committed to blog to date pales in significance today as I reflect back over the last 8 days.
What has been lost here in Christchurch, the people, the architecture, the City that was.
Most likely too soon to make such a comment, but there is certainly a silver lining in all of this, as communities are driven together, busy parents are on enforced break from work and their day to day hustle and bustle, and regain a little of the day to day bond with their children that is often lacking in our busy society.
People so often taken forgranted now remembered for all their amazing capabilities and giving natures as their bodies are laid to rest. And their families focus on healing their broken hearts.
Good Samaritans giving so selflessly to complete strangers, not for the kudos and recognition, but because it's part of them to look after and nurture those around them.
All races and people walking beside each other, atheists and christians, tall, short, fat, skinny....working together to recover, rebuild and restrengthen our Christchurch.
I've lived in Christchurch for 13 or so years now, and consider this home. I'll be honest, there have certainly been moments in the last week where moving town/country has been in my thoughts. But the reality is I'm not sure I could leave right now, when there is so much to be done, and so many to look after.
I'm proud to have helped on the end of a shovel, at my keyboard and on the phone, and I will continue to do so while I am able to.
My mind is a buzz with thought ... translating this into cohesive sentences is a little tricky it would seem. So I'll sign off for now.
Ali xo
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