I’m not going to lie it took a lot to sit down this week and write something cheery. I need a break from being online but I also feel compelled to bear witness to people’s stories as the Israel-Palestine conflict escalates, with a combination of intense sadness, anger and helplessness. In France, not three years after the murder of teacher Samuel Paty, we are currently on the highest state of alert following a terrorist attack where another teacher was killed by a former student and in addition Australia (where I’m from) completely embarrassed itself this week by voting down a referendum to recognise the Indigenous population in the Constitution, giving the world a peek into the divisive racism that the country is built on. My life felt very small as I followed the same routines, giving thanks a hundred times a day as I hugged my children, walked down the street safely, even as I heated water for my daily cup of tea and I clung fiercely to the everyday moments .
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