While my daughter stays in isolation, I have the luxury of puttering around inside our space.
I am blessed to have enough space and a balcony to breathe.
I am blessed that the convenience of help and online services is abundant.
However, there is more than dealing with covid illness.
Although I am well, I have to admit, my spirit is not so well.
It’s difficult not to worry.
My sleep is good only because I’ve had to pop a sleeping pill.
Otherwise my mind would be awake all night.
Devoted catholic that I am, prayer does not seem enough.
I think more than worry, it’s this feeling that one’s world has gone haywire.
I think of my parents and wonder how they coped with WW2.
I think of 9/11 and wonder how those trapped inside managed to survive.
I sit in silence breathing deeply, sketching, writing, watching films online.
I prepare the daily meals and try to get a bit of exercise before the day ends.
Come sunset, I feel better knowing that I’ve survived another day.
I look forward to lying in my bed, reciting prayers of thanks and watching films until I fall asleep.
Surrender and faith play key roles in this pandemic.
So many thoughts running in my mind, I hope I can write them all down with ease.