Apologies to anyone who has come here to see a style post. I was about to put an image up - a 'self style' photo - and it just felt wrong somehow. That is not what I'm thinking about now. That isn't what I've been waking up and turning on the tv to watch.
This is a photo I took last week, in our secret, locked garden: the first signs of spring. I took this when the protests had already begun.
One of my closest friends, perhaps my closest friend in London, is Egyptian. Another of my sweet, sweet friend's parents reside in Egypt (she is a friend to many of you, too). While my photo is of wild crocuses, the symbolic flower of Egypt is the Lotus, which closes at night and sinks underwater. In the morning it re-emerges and blooms again. The flower, which is also blue, became a natural symbol of the sun and creation. In Hermopolis, it was believed that it was a giant lotus blossom that first emerged from the primordial waters of Nun and from which the sun-god came forth.
I put this up as a prayer, for the Egyptian people, for their safety, and for their freedom to be achieved peacefully. Enough.
We 'style' bloggers don't normally enter into political territory, but today, I'm afraid, I must.