Some days the writing muse just isn’t with me. Early today I was pondering what I could write about but nothing – yes, nothing – sprang to mind. Maybe creativity is like sleep: you can’t force it.
It wasn’t until I’d got home and played with the kids that things started to click into place. In my son’s room I could hear him giggling with joy as his Mum tickled him and got him ready for bed. In my arms, my baby daughter was slipping into sleep while I fed her a bottle. I know parents love their children, it’s wired into us to ensure survival.
Perhaps then this is why the news of the man – and I use that term vaguely as I see little humanity in him – who locked his daughter away for so many years and then… Now this will sound melodramatic, so please forgive me, but my fingers halt when I try to type ‘rape her’. I struggle to comprehend how someone can do that. At this time, words fail me. Perhaps it is better not to know why people do that.
I think about the children born into that vile world and then I look at my own kids. If we have souls, what twist of Fate ensures you ‘land where you land’?
I like to dwell on the positive; that perhaps there is a point to this life yet when things like what happened in Austria, my gut instinct hopes that there’s someone or something Out There(tm) that’ll dish out vengeance. I know that is wrong and it’ll do no good, but my nature – no, the anger in me – wants that. I want that man to know, to understand what he did.
In other more cheery news, Rachel’s posted a link about a new TG focused study. It only takes a few minutes to fill out and it’s about your life experience. Maybe I should have blogged about that! Oh well!! 🙂
Take care and enjoy the long weekend!
[ Today’s lyric: Front Line Assembly’s Bio-Mechanic ]