It would appear, from my observation of the posts of my friends in social media, that this lockdown has a positive effect on most people.
Personally, I am amazed at the opportunity we have as a family despite the setbacks of this season.
It is the authorities’ say that we stay inside, and they have imposed stiff penalties for violators.
(I am an introvert, and I don’t mind staying inside. I have my husband, my children, and some books. I still miss the sunshine on my children’s faces, though. I still miss the flowers and the birds outside.)
Overnight, in the wake of massive isolation, singers, philosophers, actors, poets, chefs, teachers, bakers, and dancers were born or exposed.
I guess we all have a way to counteract the malady of just existing by being creative.
While people are dying in hospitals, we ask —
“What are we living for?”
“Are we being spent on what matters?”
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain,” said Paul in the Mamertine prison.
Now is the perfect time to live, or to die, for what matters most to us.
Curdie and the Cave
I work in the miner’s cave. But I heard the goblins
are conspiring to inundate us while digging.
I will stop them, with a little help from my friends.
Do you love looking for hidden staircases and
goblin caverns? If you must enter an underground
passage, carry a ball of string, tie it around your
pickaxe, drive your pickaxe on the ground in the
sunshine, and go in, you should. Follow the string to find
your way out as you make a ball of it with your fingers.
(c) R. Solitario, 14 April 2020