Last night just as the sun was setting I found myself on this beach.
I was just at the petrol station filling the car with fuel and the changing sky kept catching my attention. Instead of just rushing off I decided to take a few minutes and headed down to Sunshine Beach to watch the waves and enjoy the last minutes of daylight.
I parked up, kicked off my Birki's and just walked....
There were a few others on the beach doing just the same thing. Just walking. Just getting a bit lost in their steps and their thinking.
There was quite a bit of thinking happening yesterday.
I started thinking about the school holidays ahead; the anticipation of Christmas; a new year and some changes for my girl.
My mind however kept going back to thoughts about the Sydney hostage situation in Martin Place and the terrifying hours that those trapped were experiencing.
Earlier in the morning I had spoken to Sibs about it as we remembered the last time we were in Sydney and we had lunch in that exact cafe. We talked about the meaning of words such as hostages and radicals. The kind of conversation that was too close to home for comfort. It followed another conversation about a shooting incident that occurred a few streets away from us last week in leafy suburbia..
I woke this morning to a text from my twelve year old.
She texted me the outcome in Sydney and then how much she loved me with lots and lots of kissey emoticon faces.
It would have been the first thing that she thought about this morning.
We had another conversation about extremism and probability and safety.
I told her it was ok to feel unsettled by what had happened. I told her that there are many more good people than bad people in the world.... I told her that she was safe. It's what she needed to hear.
I'm heartbroken that innocent people were involved.
I feel just a little more vulnerable today.
Thinking about all those involved.