PNW Coronavirus Chronicle #5: Meditative Rose

Salvador Dali “Meditative Rose”

Sure, this year has been miserable. I am prone to the philosophical in such circumstances, and this year, I find a few things to ponder, others to celebrate and a couple to embrace.

One: “May you live in interesting times,” will no longer be a clever thing people say if we become accustomed to unprecidence and absurdity from here on out. What will define surreality, or an alternate universe if we do? Fun to speculate in fantasy fiction, but not so much to actually have to live.

Two: Being forced to stay away from others in turn forced me to get close to myself. I am no longer put off by taking a look inward. But, I do wonder at the long-term effect of actively avoiding others, considering that we are moving ever closer to the 1-year mark with only the smallest of hope of relief in the near future. So, I’m establishing a Zoom Gather Night for friends and family. It feels more engaging than just a phone call, and certainly more immediate and connective than email or texts. And, I hope to broaden that circle with new acquaintances. How? Good question!

Three: Masks. At first, I hated the thing. It was the closest I ever want to know what it is like to be claustrophobic. Now? The other day I had to laugh when I realized I still had my mask on well after I’d returned home. I look forward to not having to wear one, but I am glad I finally adapted.

Four: I am tired of the phrase, “the new normal.” I have no issue with its helpful intent: Accept that change is sometimes permanent. But, in regards to this year? I hope human history will prove out once again, and that this is more like a shift in direction rather than a new set of standards.

Five: What do I like about this past year? Oh, boy. A lot! That shift in direction I just mentioned has nevertheless brought about several things I find useful and positive. One is the irrefutable proof that working from home is productive. Hopefully my employer will keep it an option. The other is creativity. Bottom line, it’s my favorite thing about this year. Being forced to think creatively coupled with the challenge of problem solving on the fly has done more for my sense of well being than anything I’ve ever tried to chase away the blues. Well, except maybe music, singing and dancing. That works pretty good, too. 🙂


The (2? 3?) UnOLWG prompts this week are: couldn’t hardly breathe; Oh Boy; I got tired.