Finally, I'm back on the blog. What can I say, I've been working, travelling and living in Brisbane and life is sweet..although...In a month where water has swallowed entire Australian cities and rivers breached the streets of the grey CBD's, Charlie B and me had a 6th story view of brown tumult carrying boats, bridges and pontoons downstream. And felt the emotional pressure and anxiety as towns and cities realised enmasse about loss..and that things we hold dear can be removed in an instant by the sheer power of mother nature.
..and of course we are all thankful that the news programmes add sad piano backing music to montages of flooding and people losing their livelihoods, so we know exactly how to feel.
The oozing, stinking mud now caking the streets of inner city suburbs leaving those whose houses are left with a massive clean up. But funnily enough, the most noticable change in the city wasn't police barricades, bare supermarket shelves or sandbagged restaurants..the change I saw most obviously was a wholehearted outpouring of genorosity and love..clear honest kindness to your neighbour.
This feeling borne out of tragedy was palpable on the streets of Brisbane. Neighbours, strangers, colleagues tied by a cause making conversation, eye contact and offering help to those they might normally ignore.
Nice one Australia. Let's have a little more of that type of attitude... minus the devastation next
time.
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