The gift of an ordinary day

meditation 17
Driving by the local high school whose hall is still being used as an evacuation centre for those not yet able to return to their homes after the recent flood, I saw a woman wearing a red cross helper’s vest sitting on the footpath beside a young woman, possibly in her thirties, holding a disposable coffee cup and obviously in distress.

The main street of The Village is still closed to traffic as volunteers, business owners and home owners battle to put their lives back together.

So, while I may tell my tale of having watched the inland sea rush in and seep out, marvel that the garbage pickup still took place on its regularly scheduled day, the day after the flood peak, and grumble about having to boil our tank water because the town water is still not reconnected, it takes just two women sitting on the ground at seven in the morning to reality slap me back into gratitude.

How easily we can have something one day, and have lost it the next. How little would it take for any of us to be that person crying on a public footpath?


9 thoughts on “The gift of an ordinary day

  1. I’ve was permanently “struck” when in the hospital around 7:30am for some random pain and seeing a woman come in by ambulance, clearly having been in an accident on her way to work. I’ve never been able to shake the feeling that it would be HORRIBLE to die on the way to work. Not that any time would be good but… on the way to work, somewhere I don’t even want to be traveling in the first place?!?


    • Yes, we always assume that we will have time to put our affairs in order and to have a last hug, but for many that is not the case at all. A number of firemen have died in recent weeks, mostly from heart attacks, helping out with bush fires and floods. Not fair.


    • We have the TV above the circulation desk on the news quite often, but after an hour or so it becomes too depressing, so then we turn it to a music channel. The kids actually like jazz playing in the library!


  2. With all the misery we see on TV it is easy to become immune to all the suffering. Communities always seem to come together in times of disaster like this, and all the good people far outnumber the bad. Like the owner of the flooded backpacker establishment in Bundaberg who accommodated all 34 backpackers in her own home, and once again Ipswitch Mayor Pisasale has been an inspiration. I have enormous admiration for this man.


    • Pisasale is amazing, especially when you realise that he suffers from MS. They were reporting that there are far fewer people donating to the flood appeal this time around, but with most of the east coast either flooding or burning, who is left to donate? The mud army is still in town here. The shops in the main street are almost all open again now, but homes at the other end of the street still need assistance. Maybe people aren’t giving money, but they are giving time and effort. I think, just as the council did with Grantham, swapping land, they need to do here at Laidley. There are a couple of streets that always flood and they need to get those people and businesses out.


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