It’s hard to know what to say to you.
Things seem to be changing, with a rapid, breakneck fluidity.
Things that seemed ridiculous or extreme a few days ago occur as the obvious today.
Last week, Moose mentioned he might get his prescriptions for a few months out.
I snickered under my breath, always the cynic, committed to maintaining myhyper-cool, self-sufficient girl-facade.
Today, I’m wondering……hum? Perhaps not a bad idea?
The level of change is off the charts, for all of us.
What the heck?
What can I say to you?
What can I begin to say to myself?
I watched myself today, navigating this odd and disorientated day, avoiding this writing, riding wild waves of up-and-down, erratic responses patched together with a few, random, quieter breathes, forgetting sessions, yelling at a dear friend, imagining a sore, enflamed right tonsil.
And then I found this. On-line. Unsigned, handwritten, this undisclosed hippy reminds me of what is important:
Prayer for Pandemic
May we who are merely inconvenienced remember those whose lives are at stake.
May we who have no risk factors remember those most vulnerable.
May we who have the luxury of working from home remember those who must choose between preserving their health and making their rent.
May we who have the flexibility to care for our children when schools close remember those who have no options.
May we who have to cancel our trips remember those who have no safe place to go.
May we who are losing our margin money in the tumult of the economic market remember those who have no margin at all.
May we who settle in for a quarantine at home remember those who have no home.
As fear grips our country, let us choose love.
During this time when we cannot physically wrap our arms around each other, let us yet find ways to be the loving embrace of God to our neighbors.
With love, with prayers, with remembrance of our individual resilience and our inevitable and sacred oneness,
May we be safe.
May we be well.
May we keep connected.