Don’t you feel weary sometimes? With everything that goes on in the world.
It’s not a disinterested kind of weariness, more of a sorrowful kind.
The floods in Queensland, the cyclone, the troubles in the Middle East and the earthquake, tsunami, in Japan. Tacked on to any personal issues a person might have, the whole thing can seem overwhelming.
I have been deeply upset by everything that has happened in Japan. I don’t know if I have ever told you but I have a deep affinity with Japan and for the Japanese people.
It all started with an exchange student from Tokyo when I was in Year 10 at school. Keiko taught us all about Japanese culture and history – the samurai, the geisha, origami, the exquisite calligraphy. She was an enchanting speaker and was the type of person who never invited any drama or negativity. I always felt extremely relaxed and serene in her presence. I have kept in touch with her ever since.
When my band toured Tokyo in the ‘80s. They thought they were getting an all-boy band from Australia along the lines of Take That. Imagine their surprise when they got an all girl band who played heavy rock almost veering on punk. But the Japanese are always cool about things. Even though we weren’t what they expected they were incredibly gracious to us and we had the best time. Den, one of the club owners took us everywhere. He was so kind to us. So welcoming. We really were a crap band but he treated us like we had the Number One album on the Billboard charts or had won several Grammys. I won’t ever forget him.
I fell in love with Japan then. It is one of the few places in the world I think I could live quite happily besides Australia. It is just tragic what has happened. I really can’t get my head around it.
So many sad stories. I’m sure you’ve read them all. And Keiko’s husband’s grandmother. I can hardly bear to write it – she was swept away by the tsunami. At 84 years old. I didn’t know her but the thought of what happened to her, what happened to so many people wrenches and tugs at my heart.
And now the potential of nuclear meltdown. It just makes me want to hide under my bed like I used to when I was a kid and imagined ghosts knocking at my windows.
It’s too much.
It has affected me so much I just haven’t been able to blog – to articulate what I really wanted to say.
But you have to keep going, you know?
Tonight they are observing a minute’s silence for Japan just before Earth Hour starts. During that minute I will be thinking of all the people in Japan and praying they have the strength to keep going.
And be as beautiful as they always have been.
Anata, watashi no yūjin heiwa e.