Routine.
I am establishing one. This is key to managing my anxiety and mood.
I have been reading a book about hegemony and feel a certain empathy with the military regime in Burma's decision not to take aid unquestioningly from potentially hostile, western superpowers. Can aid ever be an open handed act with no strings attached?
It is the time of the funeral of an old friend as I write. I am at home - the funeral is in the South of England. She asked for donations to a local Christian Youth Club. I hope she won't mind that I would very much like to send a donation in her memory to the Burma relief fund. Somehow the immensity of this tragedy is almost impossible to grasp. The slightly emotionally detached style of reporting has also made it feel as though it isn't entirely relevant to our every day lives. I am caught by the human loss; the waste - and the fear of a junta - sure that they will be undermined by western affluence and influence. Human life is increasingly politicised - it is no longer about giving a bowl of rice and a plastic sheet - each person has a value to the more powerful economies. Burmese people do not carry the same worth as Tsunami victims - that much is already apparent.
Routine
Face the fear
Talk to the face
The hand's too aggitated.
Face the fear.
Routine is the crutch;
Enables you to walk the road of anxiety.
Going out is the therapy;
Just listen to the humdrumming.
Be present and don't falter;
You are seeking for a healing-ness in time.
Face the fear
You will not be bored
You are sewing up your inwardness.
Face the fear - just get up and walk the line.
JEWG
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