I was prepared to write a completely different post this morning when my husband walked in and said “Japan had an 8.9 earthquake and it caused tsunamis that are heading this way.”
Immediately my thoughts jumped to my friends in Japan, the ones I’ve actually met and the ones I have met in this virtual world. I jumped out of bed to e-mail people I might be able to reach and search for amblerangel’s e-mail, and found her post instead. I hope her kids made it home safely and all is still well with her.
I read the post out loud to my husband and started sobbing. Why? I think it is the feeling of not being able to help. When I lived in Japan, the big Northridge earthquake hit California, where my sister was living at the time. I remember the panic I felt when I could not reach her for hours to find out if she was okay. I remember the sadness when I learned that one of my childhood friends was killed in that earthquake.
Now I worry for my friends in Japan, and Australia, and New Zealand. Now my husband and I are on tsunami watch in Hawaii, where his family still lives and we both went to school (I got my MFA at UHM). We will be keeping track all day until we know they are safe.
It is frustrating to know that there is very little I can do but pray and send loving thoughts out into the world. I wish that was enough, but I know it is not.