This episode (of life) feels a lot like a drama, where the protagonist stares through this window on the second floor storey at this large expanse of green plains with the sun high above, the birds chirping in the flower garden while Jose Gonzalez plays in the background. He blends within the entire scene to become one with it. The book he’s holding seems to encapsulate what it is he’s reading.
I am all for zen moments, and I have had plenty of those in this quarantine period. Maybe the heart grows fonder because you are apart. Those Sunday lunches with family which now are a momentarily thing of the past, are dearly missed. I am just glad we have phone calls and internet! Imagine this had happened in the dark ages!
And dark ages, I mean 10 years ago! What would the lock down be without social media, internet and pay tv? My mother was regaling us with tales of how this is a much easier version of the Amin war where they had to pad windows and turn lights off before curfew. The only entertainment they had was themselves. And yet here I am wondering if I’d stay the same without a phone for just a day.
Quarantine has taught me lessons, and I can’t wait to explore these when we finally get out of it. There’s a renewed zeal, and a need to heal, be better, do better and grow.
I like that we’ve been forced to have conversations we wouldn’t normally have or that people are now realizing that there’s more aspects to life than that job, that toxic relationship, that holiday not taken, that text message not sent. These are interesting times to be a part of. For me, this is history in the making. What will I tell my grandchildren? Maybe I should get started on that book.
For many though, it’s been family. I think as bad as this gets, our greatest take home has been spending quality time with family. I honestly do worry about those without or who can’t be with family for one reason or the other. It’s given people an opportunity to heal and a renewed zeal to make better what wasn’t.
And I am enjoying the writing!