Looking to the light

I would have been on the march except that months ago I chose today to do some training. 30 people coming; I couldn’t cancel. Though I suspect that the person who pulled out because ‘something had come up’ was marching. Good for her. There will, I fear, be plenty more opportunities for me to stand up and be counted in public.
 
I shopped for the post-training lunch, I heaved furniture (masses of it – the room we borrow is multi-purpose), I set up the projector and we dived in. I’ve done this training five times now. The first, inherited from my predecessor without enough time to make it my own, was a shambles. Today was the best so far and I know how to improve it for next time.
 
Then my family. Today was the consensus best day to celebrate my daughter’s birthday, postponed from the real day because she was busy then. I was post-training exhausted and post-yesterday exhausted so they gently cajoled me to the restaurant. Syrian. As so much is destroyed (Palmyra especially on my mind today) Syrian people take their light to other parts of the world. Our training was about how we welcome them and others whose lives, families and cultures are attacked by brutality, prejudice, ignorance and arrogance.
 
Everything is connected.