Today, when Buddhists all over the world honor the Buddha and his message of benevolent love, compassion, light and non-violence, as they celebrate his birth and passing with lanterns and light, sitting, being, listening, I watch a tiny island in the Indian Ocean, my birthplace, struggle with devastating floods. I watch the incessant monsoon, our planet rebelling with odd and unexpected weather patterns. I watch, helpless, as they struggle to take care of thousands upon thousands of displaced children, orphaned, lost. Many of them poor. I remember the tsunami. I watch my mum rally around with friends, family and anyone willing to donate clean water, clothing and food, her own worries aside. They are strong and brave, they are resilient.
I send light to those who have lost their loved ones on Egypt Air. When will it stop? the violence, the intolerance?
It is how we live now, watching and waiting.