I feel so guilty. Hell, I am guilty so at least I own it.
There’s time to go for a walk.
And even though my life is filled with stresses and concerns, I live here and not in Nepal.
We humans sometimes look the other way so we don’t have to feel guilty.
See this? The royal baby has a good name.
Oh look! An internet app that will guess your age.
NewsFlash: It’s Star Wars Day and there is going to be a new movie.
Guess what… I stopped and looked at each of these and probably spent too much time chatting about the nuances of Yoda.
Luckily I also looked at each picture from Nepal that showed up on my Facebook page. I read each post sent out by the many I am connected with back in Kathmandu. I drove to the local Tibetan Buddhist Monastery and gave some cash.
Many did much more.
Lama Pema (the head of that same Monastery) was on one of the first flights that left Vancouver after the earthquake and a couple days later showed up in his old village to offer support. They lost everything and he was able to give them hope. They have not been forgotten.
Today my internet feed is full of pictures of the monks helping where everything has been lost. Kathmandu will survive, but the concern is for the small villages that crumbled.
I only sit and watch. And feel guilty.
An hour ago the TV screens in BC all went red and a test broadcast was run. We may not be fully prepared but I’m sure we will be better off here if that inevitable disaster hits. For many the focus will be drawn away from Nepal and the navel gazing about our own preparedness will resume.
The world will move on but part of me will stay with those villagers and monks and nuns.
My emergency kit now includes what I need to do today to help those far away.