The air is dense with sadness today. Businesses are still open for takeaways, but there’s no music, no laughter, no sit-downs, no children playing, just a somber expression on every face. A kind of bleakness on a perfect day. Everyone is talking about covid. People are divided! It’s like a time bomb waiting to explode The antidote to fear is love
This time last year we had just started lockdown. Who would have thought we would still be reeling from it a year later?..
Everyone was stockpiling toilet paper and non-perishable goods. I felt sorry for those who could not buy stockpile because they didn’t have the ready cash. Easter hung her head in silence and we waited..
There were no limitations to our food supply, farmers still brought their produce and deliveries increased, helping those who were aged and house-bound.
I’m remain impressed by the human spirit and how people help-out when there is trouble. I believe that there are more good people in the world, than bad.
We hadn’t started wearing masks yet!
The timidity of faith was everywhere, A diminished touch brought great despair But love has wings of invisible breath, It can’t be extinguished, not even by death…
We have a variant, they say, but the vaccines won’t be as effective, they say, so we need another one, they say. We live in Africa where people are poor, where livelihoods are threatened…Can we survive? This is just the backdrop to the following piece…
There is so much to say and the words are jumbled up in my head the shutters are jammed and only a thin beam of light emerges to touch my heart, is it enough to jump-start the day?
it’s all been too much the news the ups and downs there’s no celebration for us mortals no fanfare telling us it’s over no breaking news yet
The harmony of senses is grounded tossed in the dirt with ant colonies in a frenzy of movement searching for life-saving moisture to quench our parched remains
We look through cracks into the fabric of time hoping it will soon be different the pestilence will be blown away by a mighty wind there’s no “Doctor Who” to save us just a melting pot of worry brewing overflowing into chapter after chapter of doubt
I turn the pages every day waking up to another round of bad news
Always hopeful of a new dawn I watch bees collecting pollen and going on their way still gathering in anticipation of being rescued from the dark forces that threaten undeterred by the pandemonium!
brave faces in the supermarket are hidden behind the terror we are unrecognizable now shriveled masterpieces we have almost forgotten how splendid we really are our faith lies dormant in pools of the unknown we wait but our patience is growing weary stacked up in doorways we look out into the darkness
have we lost our connection to the universe or can we still stand and watch the stars long enough to meld into their light?
Can we escape this madness and fly to another world or maybe shrink ourselves into tiny fragments into close-ups of nature touching our skin life-saving devices resuscitating our dreams bringing back our confidence so that we can believe in miracles again!
our hope gets magnified among the soft tentacles of light touching us once again, warming our bodies with love and grace…
There’s a story behind the story, a memo unheard, a brave recollection, a song without words… There’s a mood that keeps changing when the lights are still on, a company of strangers in this invisible throng.. There’s a time for silence when words aren’t enough, a graceful departure, a time to give up… In the stillness of evening when the crowds are all gone, there’s the fragrant reminder of an eloquent dawn….
Dear Coronavirus We only have halcyon memories of the summer before you came swimming to our shores, maybe more like flying in from the north. At first, some thought you were just a traveler’s disease and for a time we rested on our laurels. But you woke us early one morning with your virulent temper and locked us up in our homes for weeks on end, hurriedly shutting-down our lives. You broke all news channels with your apocalyptic utterances, leaving devastation in your wake, as you made your way into our Cities, then from town to town and village to village. You finally spread yourself out along our deserted beaches, and we watched helplessly from a distance as bird-life returned, but humankind stayed away. This year there were no squeals of happy children splashing in the surf, no families with overflowing picnic baskets and umbrellas traipsing across the hot sands… Only fishermen were able to wade into warm waters and feel the heat of summer on their backs. Holiday makers journeyed home with no snapshots of beach parties or the magic of summer, still pale from indoor celebrations. New year festivities were just a sprinkle of distant laughter and restaurants felt a heave of emptiness as they closed their doors at 9pm. Sadness is all around us now, you have imprinted us with fear and we will never forget how you tried to steal our joy!! From a Seaside dweller. P.S. Please go away and let us get back to being human again.
We are somewhat of a hotspot for coronavirus, so our beaches will close from tomorrow until the 3rd January. Unfortunately it is a time of enjoyment for many who come here for their summer holidays, but the powers that be don’t want to risk large gatherings. So today many of us hit the beach drinking in our last quaff of ocean magic…for now anyway… Last time they closed this beach, it was reported by the rangers that the sea birds had a cosmic festival of their own…
When the skies peer into reflective sands, and the ebbing tide makes no demands, like lovers joined in perfect fusion, merging into liquid music… Mirrored they see themselves as incandescent parallels, walking through translucent skies I feel my breath alchemize, and I join in their comic song, to feel the sense that I belong…