Watching the news for the past 2 weeks was heart-wrenching.
Ok I am an escapist. I hate reading newspapers or watching the news, because they are rarely good news. But not keeping up with the news makes myself quite a moron, so it is really quite absolutely necessary, nevertheless. The victims in Myanmar and Sichuan have been on my mind, and it’s a weird wash of sadness (obvious compassion), guilt (cos I’m REALLY having a good life and should not even breath or wince or complain about ANYTHING + we really should all donate), and awkwardness (from helplessness).
I wish things are simpler. Or maybe I should ask fewer ‘why’ questions.
Keep the prayers on…I believe in energies 
