January 26 is weird for me this year. Normally I try to take some time to sit in quiet and honour those lives lost and the destruction wrought by my ancestors and those like them, and my place and responsibilities as someone who is heir to that destruction and thus tied inextricably to the lands I call home. And that's normally a quiet and very grounding moment for myself. But this year, my second January 26 living overseas, I feel so alienated from my own sense of country that I am struggling to place myself within my larger context and it's giving me a whole other kind of grief? So I guess today I'm paying respects to the first nations folk of Australia past and present and also sharing a sense of connection in disconnection with other immigrants all around the place. I hope we can all find moments of peace and grounding today.