I'm due for a blog post but in truth, like many, I've been in shock over the recent events in Japan.
Being exposed to the End of Days images saturating the media, the disaster flick retina burning intensity is something all of us may have sought out at the movies at one time or another without ever contemplating seeing it come to life on screen or in your own reality. When the first images hit my eyes I audibly gasped, a twin towers moment without someone to blame.
I've heard said that our lives are brief sparks of awareness sandwiched between eternities of oblivion. Neither a happy nor unhappy thought. More an is, a call to be your best, to do, to give, to leave something that causes your spark to be remembered and treasured for some moments beyond its passing.
Last week in the fireworks display of life a precious burst winked out in an instant. Around the world others faded in a more regular daily pattern, but in stoic Japan, in those long black moments, the whole planet bucked and caused us all to face a gargantuan reminder of our fragile grip on existence.
As if it where ever not.
The Pic: One of my two beloved sparks, taken by one of his mates. I love ya Tommy. Shine bright.