Viral Gratitude ~ 3.31.20

Yesterday tears streamed. Grief for families, and a daughter in particular, who had to say goodbye to a parent dying from covid-19. Due to hospital visiting restrictions as well as long distance travel problems, the afflicted spend their last days and hours without the support of close loved ones. It’s heartbreaking because we see in each situation a part of ourselves, our own fears and our own tenderness.

Speaking of tenderness, love rivers its own course. Nurses now stand in for absent family members and tend to the spirit of those dying and to family who can not be present. Thus new families are birthed through this separation, grief and its attendant ministering of love and sharing. During this pandemic isolation, we are physically separate, and yet we are all the more connected on so many levels and as-yet-to-be imagined emanations. Covid-19 has been termed a novel (corona) virus. Viruses spread affliction yes, however they also spread affection.

news blues
I start chopping
leeks

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another goodbye on the horizon coyotes howl

 

Viral Gratitude ~ 3.27.20

Thought for the day: there is so much to learn. About ourselves, about each other, about our community, about leadership, about common heroes, about grace under pressure. 

Take heroes for instance: the typical image (or Hollywood idealized portrayal anyway) has mostly been about individuals with super-human abilities and traits who are able to vanquish monsters and mobs. This model or stereotype is changing, and our realization of true heroism is growing as fast as the virus that spawned it.

We are recognizing neighbors, who are not super human and very much like us in everyday manner and occupation, who are rising to the occasion, sacrificing comfort and substituting courage and honor in place of fear.

That is huge. And it took a long time for me to learn, because it was easier to relegate heroism to outsized individuals who were stronger, smarter and had better abilities than me. Uh, no. It was a lazy excuse to watch instead of participate.

Heroes are not individuals who vanquish fear or know-not fear, but instead work side-by-side with fear, and don’t let fear overwhelm them. They allow fear to walk with them but not ahead of them. This takes work, hard work and it takes heart. Not everyone is capable of this, and I can only judge my own actions. 

Today, I am grateful for all the extraordinary-ordinary teachers (heroes) among us, not just for their contributions, but also for their lessons. Angels do walk with us.

 

Viral Gratitude ~ 3.24.20

I am taking great comfort in all the small and creative ways people are reaching out to each other and connecting. I learned that friends and families are staying connected through virtual dinner parties where everyone is making the same food/dishes in their own homes and sitting down together virtually and at the same time to share the meal. How amazing is that?!? I too have been part of a virtual happy hour where we were all texting and sharing our individual concoctions (it’s a very creative cocktail and appetizer crowd on any given day, viral isolation or not) complete with laughter, jokes and photos. 

Artists, musicians, readers, puzzle-enthusiasts and countless others are connecting and challenging each other while fostering creative solutions to what otherwise could be dire circumstances. i’m not downplaying the real hardships here—simply pointing out some healthy responses to this novel infection. “Out of chaos comes creativity.”

virtual toast:
the boisterous clink of glasses
resounds via text