On September 11, 2001 the world mourned with America and a great many declared they too were New Yorkers on that day. I feel very much like many of us are Japanese right now. So many of us, in the creative online community are feeling deep sorrow and empathetic longing to somehow lay a hand on Japan's gaping wounds in an effort to staunch the bleeding, offer comfort, or, if only, to just let them know we are there... with them... mourning, hoping, waiting, wishing, being Japanese.
Here are photographers and artists who are trying to auction off pieces of their work via a flickr group with proceeds going to Japanese relief. It's a way to raise capital, to buy water, food and shelter perhaps, for the half million displaced and homeless Japanese.
What has also struck me as profoundly beautiful is the dignity with which many people in Japan have reacted to the trauma. At least in the early days after the quake there was no looting of stores and hoarding of supplies. Vending machines, stocked with food and drink, rendered useless by the lack of electricity were left intact - not cracked open like walnuts. Employers searched for employees. People banned together to fashion cook fires in pits with oil drums so what food there was to be found could be prepared. The rubble of homes used for fuel.
My heart goes to Japan several times a day, as I'm sure your's does. As brothers, sisters, siblings on this planet, I wish them well.