Erasure

Not the band, tho I do like them.
I've been thinking about who is hidden, when others are visible. Like how in the Bible many female characters are not even named. How in many recordings of history, only certain perspectives are noted. It's so important in every meeting or discussion we find ourselves in, to keep considering which voices are missing here, where are the views of the working class or Black or Asian folk, are we just hearing from White heterosexual male leaders? I watched the film Peterloo last week and am still troubled by it.

I also saw a quote this week, from Gustavo Gutierrez
So you say you love the poor?
Name them.

It's all about being involved. And yet not without its challenges.

Emblazoned on my heart

I'm wearing my favourite t shirt today. Made for me by a friend some 14 years ago, it features my children's names, as written by my girly when she'd not long learned to write. I'm missing her lots whilst she's on the other side of the world, so it seemed a good idea to wear it.
It has been an intense time these last couple of weeks whilst she's been away and I have missed her grounding hugs and wisdom, tho many friends have proferred hugs for which I'm grateful. I have - as always - been reflective, tho some is not appropriate for blogging. Here are some observations tho :
Hospital parking is blooming expensive.
It would be v tricky to reduce single use plastic as a patient.
Pots still need watering even when it rains.
Showing up matters - whether it's a quick text or an offered hug.
It is better to pack more food than you think you'll need.