Even though it is Christmas and a time for celebrating the joy of Christ’s birth and experiencing the love of family and friends, I decided to share a few other posts about the events of last week. Please also read a lengthy comment by Petrea King from Australia’s Quest for Life Foundation. I am also going to post this separately as it is excellent advice for anyone grappling with trauma. xx Rowena
It’s Monday morning and I’m running late. Walking late. It’s twenty minutes to ten when I turn left from Phillip St into Martin Place.
I don’t look at the Lindt cafe as I pass. My eyes are focused on the Channel Seven news ticker. I can’t remember now what it says but I’m sure Michael Clarke’s hamstring features somewhere.
I love Martin Place, its wide indulgent promenade and its buildings that speak of other times. I always take a moment to breathe it in.
Man Haron Monis is only minutes away. This morbid chapter is already unfolding. By the time I settle at my desk, he has entered the Lindt cafe. The lives of seventeen people going about the mundane business of ordering and serving coffee are now forever changed.
Before long, a large TV screen in our office is showing static…
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