March 16 , 2020
Good morning , here the week was passed in oppositional states of being , the news
brought daily updates of shortages and disease and new, appalling statements of
flippant ignorance from our president for all the world to hear . This is embedding in
Americans a kind of psychological virus , a new certainty that while our government
has resources to help us , we don’t have the leadership .
Countering this is God and the equally sure and now unflagging revelation of spring. There was
the amazing news about an internet connected thermometer company with millions of units
sold and in use , that has tracked flu fevers and potentially can “see” fever hotspots by backing
out the flu data they have tracked for years .
There are three bills running through Congress that may prove only a bandaid but something is
better than nothing .
I now travel alone through my days, in my car , in my neighborhood, alone even when I am with
people , they are in pairs and nuclear groups of kin . All day, every day , I move as a single unit ,
the center of an invisible circular space .
With gratitude , I can go out to the Al Shakespeare Festival and walk my now aging Stella . She
is agile and still strong, she shares my space . She does tire on the long walks but eats and
sleeps well afterwards.
The park allows for social distancing separation and provides a small sense of human kinship for
me . I am finding a kind of fascination in the collections of humans . The young mother blowing
soap bubbles into the air , to the delight of her 3-year old who charges after them as they rise
into the atmosphere and “ magically “disappear. The older couple , he still in the uniform of
pleated dark pants, polished shoes , white shirt and pocket pen ( yes literally), he has worn to
work for possibly 45 years and she in Birkenstocks and light weight cottons favored by those
who spend long hours in a garden, they stroll hand in hand. Young lovers wrap themselves
around one another, whispering, and young men run and run and run, building endurance and
confidence in preparation for an unknown tomorrow. Brown and yellow fuzzy ducklings
struggle with diving for breadcrumbs lessons, nature assisting with a buoyancy that “pops”
them upright again on the surface . It is not a bad thing to be the tiniest part of the greater
world, with no real significance , instead it rare gift— a moment to set down anxiety and
examine the bright mysteries that travel with us, so near to us , they may as well be in our
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