NZ has been rocked by the brutal murders of three young people in the space of a week. The latest death was of a young Scottish woman visiting our country. Adding to the surreal nature of these events have been the deaths of Sir Edmund Hilary and then the poet Hone Tuwhare. It's been a little weird because the latter deaths (both relatively peaceful) are of men, both in their eighties, who have made much of their lives and who have become NZ icons; yet the young people died horrible deaths and were robbed of any chance to live long and successful lives.
The other morning on the way to work, I took a corner too quickly and on the wet road, the car went out of control. Until I managed to regain control, I was a whisker away from a serious collision with an on-coming car. Of course I couldn't help but wonder if I too could have died that morning.
This week, then, has been a heavy one in many ways. However, this morning I felt the heaviness lift a little. Some fantastic flying by the young albatrosses out at the Albatross Colony helped. Plus there are now two chicks that have safely hatched. I am beginning again to believe the quote by Louise Bogan which I use on my header.
Surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy ...
RIP: Sophie, Michael and Karen