As we start a third year of this fearsome pandemic it’s hard to believe we’ve gotten through it this far. At first I was in a state of disbelief and it took me awhile to internalize how serious the situation was. And then I felt sorry, very sorry for myself.
But in time I saw how selfish and wasteful that emotion was, and I began to empathize with everyone else – young parents with children at home while offices and schools were closed; high school and college kids in virtual classes isolated from friends and peers; men and women in mid-career with financial and other worries; and older folks with trips and other plans for enjoying retirement now on hold.
Then – finally – a glimmer of light at the end of our dark Covid tunnel and the hope we might return to some semblance of life as we knew it. But now the new horror in Ukraine.
”May you live in interesting times” I had always thought was a blessing, but now I understand why it’s a curse.
And so my friends, my fervent wish for us all – may we live this next year in a world of peace.
– Dana Susan Lehrman
From your mouth to God’s ear!
It takes concerted effort to move beyond the personal to see the wider picture. And then it takes perspective to understand how very fortunate we are.
Interesting times indeed.
Thanks Ellen, for your wise words. Rather than self-pity, indeed there is reason for gratitude!
Thank you , Dana
Love to you Naomi!
… and good health!
Indeed Maude!
There is always turmoil in the world. Times are always interesting. What is different is the level of importance placed on events. Some are ignored or under reported. Some are right under our noses. Many have yet to be resolved. They exist whether they are acknowledged or not. We see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear.
True my friend, thanx Vivian!
Thank you for the meditation on living in an Interesting time. It is too mild a word for the mess we are living through. How about threatening?
Sadly true, Paula.
Not to lose hope and recall with Emily Dickinson, “The Belle of Amherst”
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
Many thanx Mike, for Dickinson’s wonderful words!