I have to admit…

I have to admit I had some days full of anxiety. No matter how much I was trying to distract myself I was feeling anxious and powerless, thinking there was nothing I could do from London to support people from Ukraine. It’s easy to disassociate when all you see is news articles, but it’s impossible when most posts you see on social media are from people that you know. It’s personal. And I was feeling powerless…

Until today. Today Bibi messaged me and Jeanine to ask if we could help. It wasn’t much, we just had to help organise the list of people who signed up to volunteer - put people into categories based on their experience, preferences, location. But for me, it meant everything! My anxiety turned into focus. My powerlessness turned into motivation.

I've been listening to Pink Floyd a lot these days. Wish You Were Here is probably one of the most meaningful songs for me. From all the songs that I know. I love those lyrics and it was one of the first songs I've learned to play on the guitar (almost 10 years ago…). I sang this song so much it's become a part of me.

David Gilmour's questions have been troubling me ever since I came to London.

So, you think you can tell Heaven from Hell?

Blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a leading role in a cage?

But now I know. When David Gilmour asks if I've exchanged a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage, I know I didn't. And never will.