Let’s choose a better contagion
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Well, world, what have we gotten ourselves into? This coronavirus thing has us all locked up and alone with our thoughts. Some of them ain’t pretty. I’m just going to say it. But, we may be here a while and I don’t think I can take long periods of that, so I’m going to keep this short and simple … and even a little sweet.
I started the week off with my head exploding about politics. Tonight, I cried at the news reports showing all the healthcare workers doing their thing – shining like a beacon through this mess. God bless ’em all.
I’m starting to see news of people I know personally dealing with this. An old schoolmate of mine has a daughter in ICU. A daughter. Shit. She’s on a respirator for God’s sake.
So, I took down my rants about politics. I sent my love to my old friend even though we don’t really speak anymore. And I’m getting ready to put on The Cold War – an epic romance, they say. Why? Because no matter how hard I try to convince myself love doesn’t mean anything to me, it does. And the reason it does is because that’s all there is.
Romantic love. Motherly love. Sisterly love. Spiritual love. The love of travel. The love life. The love of cold pizza. In the end, it’s all we have. It’s what our hearts can hold onto. When the body fades, the spirit still carries that into the great beyond, whatever the beyond may look like.
So, my friends, in this strange time we are living, I wish you love – whatever kind of love you need. Take care of yourself. Send love to others. We’ll get through this and maybe we’ll even be better for it.