Last night as a level 5 earthquake hit Tokyo, I was listening to some Tibetan Monks chanting and meditating a message to my father: "Wait for me, please".

Of course, all earthquakes tend to be a bit erm... scarey and intense... but even more so when you have not long before learned that your father is in intensive care, on life support, in a far away country in the southern hemisphere. I found myself outside in the garden, watching the powerlines and trees dance their well-practiced quake-waltz, crying, as you do in these ridiculously hopeless situations.

I'll be arriving in Brisbane, Australia early on Saturday morning, as will my brother. We're driving to Nambour General Hospital together in a hire car.

Dad, please wait for us.

Thank you to everyone who has offered their beautiful, kind hearted support and help. Words can't express...