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Posted: 07/04/22

Sunset 2 March - Kevin Marsch

It took me a few minutes to set my day-to-day thoughts to one side.  Once I had, my attention was drawn to people walking around below and driving in their cars.  All carrying with them their own hopes, fears, worries, anxieties and aspirations.  All seemingly alone, even if accompanied by someone, yet all part of a larger living organism.  Despite being mesmerising on this grey, wet evening it all seemed so . . . mundane.  Several ambulances, over the hour, with their blue lights flashing was a reminder that not everyone was having a mundane day, potential tragedies befalling at least three people.   

A lone Ukrainian flag was flying above Town Hall.  The only reminder in this vista of tragedy befalling an entire nation only a few thousand miles away.  Somewhat portentously the flag, in its isolation, became limper over the hour as the wind died down. 

Then it was over.  It was time for me to return to my life, my hopes, my fears, my worries, my anxieties and my aspirations.  Time to return to the organism. 

If I take one thing from my Vigil, it is to cherish the mundanity – for it could all change in the blink of an eye. 

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