It has been twelve months since the terrorist attack on Manchester, and that devastating event has never been far from my mind. While I was not directly affected in that I didn’t personally know anyone that attended the concert, I still felt a deep sense of grief about the whole thing. Manchester is my city. I lived, worked and socialised there for many years, and my husband and I still visit regularly with our children, to see friends and attend events. My husband currently works in neighbouring Stockport, and I attend the Manchester Royal Eye hospital to treat my rare eye disorder.
Early last week, I saw the second half of a documentary on BBC1, which followed the lives of people caught up in the Manchester attack. I saw interviews with girls that were injured, and their mothers, and one woman whose brother died in the attack. All the affected families are now living in a state of grief, and their lives have been completely turned upside down. As I watched the documentary, I found myself slipping into what I call my “spirit space.” I felt as though I was sitting in a circle, holding hands with all the mothers of the children that were injured or killed. Our spirit selves held hands, and we put our children inside the circle, and gave love and healing to them. We tried to protect their spirits, even if we couldn’t protect their physical bodies. This might all sound very strange to somebody suffering the aftermath of this attack, but I hope that in some small way my attempts to send healing energy will help, even if they are not consciously recognised. It is all I can do. Lots of love, Manchester, and to all those affected.
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