Coronavirus Days--Week 19
For weeks, like many, I've been living with the reality of death. This is not news. Sure, death always exists. But, the presence of the virus, its constancy months into the pandemic, brings death closer to the surface. While the resulting anxiety and fear, bouts of hopelessness, are unpleasant side effects of these coronavirus days, there is a grounding that occurs over time. A resting of my attention. A desire to notice something other than the virus. To seek out life and signs of hope.
I didn't have my phone camera, so I noted the streets and tree, making sure to return later to snap a shot. Remember the wishing tree and its hope. And even if I wasn't ready to pin a wish as others have done, to commit to a statement for all to read, I would consider and remember that wishes are still possible.