Lessons from the sea

Some things can be planned but I have discovered that life itself will give you opportunities to cover every subject and more just by going with the flow and being mindfull. 

Yesterday morning this was the view from our bedroom. There were several police cars next to it and also a big black van. Many police officers were watching the area and clearly "guarding" something at the beach. 

The evening before I had been at that beach with the kids, swimming and playing. It was big waves and some part of me just didnt want to be in the water. Both because the waves hit us so we fell over, and also because I had this feeling that whatever could be flushed in. While I may have thought about jellyfish I also had this feeling of something more grave. 

I watched the officers bring out a body bag and lift something in to it before they carried it to the van. Later yesterday evening when we were going for play and store I talked to someone else in the building. 

It was a child. 

Most likely a refugee from a boat that came from Morocco and had not made it over to Spain. They expect several bodies to appear along the coast line the days to follow. 

It is one thing to read news or close your eyes to news like this when you sit in your big house safely in another country. Its something else when the contrast gets so huge and close up when you sit on your terrace with your coffee and watch some police officers bag a little child just down below you. 

Really food for thought and conversations, and who could have imagined we would have lessons like this in politics, history and society. 

We can either put our heads in the dirt and hide, or we can get depressed by the state of the world, OR we can use this opportunity to educate our self and our children in humility, empathy, economics, contrast, religion and everything else that can possibly come good out of something like this. 

Most important. Learn our children that the world is full of suffering and how we can navigate our own body and mind in this world without being imprisoned in the illusion that we are powerless. Grow our self up to see the world in this way too, because its not easy to be vulnerable and feel the feelings when your first instinct is to run and hide away from all the bad. 

How can the death of this child be a lesson to us all?