tide turning?

I have so many emotions over the photos of Aylan, the toddler who drowned fleeing Syria, shown many times over in my facebook feed yesterday. This includes an unwillingness to really examine how heartbreaking the loss is, a fury and despair at the situation our world is in, and a conflicted hope that a single photo seems to have galvanised what to me appears a change of heart - that the vast amount of anti immigrant diatribe seems to have softened into compassion rather than fear. The words migrants and refugees seem to be being used interchangeably and things just feel, to me at least, a bit different.
As you may be aware, I've never been one for borders, nationalities, walls and rules. I don't see how an accident of geography should determine our outcome, if our birthplace is 100 metres, 100 km or a different continent from one another. We are all equal, why should some line on a piece of paper mean we treat anyone any differently from anyone else? The sense of entitlement, and protectionism of that annoys me intensely. And so I'm in what is often seen to be a minority of folk who believe everyone should be free to roam and live in whatever part of the world they choose, that there should be no numerical limits or restrictions on who goes where.

I wanted to use my birthday money to buy something from the Amazon wishlist for people in Calais but it had already closed due to an overwhelming response, so that is good. Means I need to pick an alternative charity, so that will be one task today. Another is to find somewhere to print my programmes for our talent auction. And there are rumours that our water ban will be lifted today. No prizes for guessing what I shall be doing with my compensation when it comes.