I haven’t been able to quit reading about Covid19 and thinking about it. I’m not afraid that I’m going to get it. In fact, I have a hard time remembering that I’m in a high risk group.
I’ll read something about what people 60 and older should do and it takes me a minute to realize that means me. I mean, I’m reading it, and kind of nodding along with, and then when I realize it’s me, I’m like, “Wait a minute – don’t go to the grocery? Have someone bring me food? Seriously?”
And then I remember that it is serious. Damn.
I keep trying to just wrap my head around this. I think it’s going to change the world as we know it and I don’t think we can even begin to know how at this point.
Plus – it’s just like the beginning of a dystopian future movie. Isn’t it? Sometimes I read something – or even say something – and hear Twilight Zone music in my head.
Anyhow, I’ve been poking at it, like a sore tooth.
Then I saw this poem that Jade posted. It shifted my energy in some odd way that I can’t define. Anyhow, I’m less worried now. It’s like I”ve moved into Acceptance for real. So that’s kinda cool. Thanks, Jade.
Pandemic What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. And when your body has become still, reach out with your heart. Know that we are connected in ways that are terrifying and beautiful. (You could hardly deny it now.) Know that our lives are in one another’s hands. (Surely, that has come clear.) Do not reach out your hands. Reach out your heart. Reach out your words. Reach out all the tendrils of compassion that move, invisibly, where we cannot touch. Promise this world your love-- for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, so long as we all shall live. --Lynn Ungar 3/11/20