Yesterday I found myself moist with tears. I read what it is to be a nurse in the ICU right now. It’s horrifying what we’re asking of these people as they deal with the pandemic, and then, they go outside and see people refusing to wear masks. It’s so simple. It’s like seatbelts. At first, we resisted, and now most of us can’t imagine driving without one. Now, I can’t imagine not wearing a mask.
When I read that Jimmy Stewart used his PTSD experience flying B-24’s out of England during World War II to film the intense parts of the film “It’s a Wonderful Life,” I realized I’d never seen the movie. I watched it last night. More tears.
Yesterday I read that “A herd of elephants marched twelve hours to the home of Lawrence Anthony after he died – the man who saved them. They stayed there in silence, mourning for two days. Exactly one year after his death, to the day, the herd marched to his house again.”
How do we explain that and do we even want to? Simply receive.
My healing mantra today comes from Malcolm X:
When we change the ‘I’ for the ‘We,’ even Illness becomes Wellness.
Ellen Bass’s poem “Ode to the Fish” concludes with these lines.
But beyond the cliffs
a blue whale sounds and surfaces, cosmic
ladle scooping the icy depths. An artery so wide,
I could swim through into its thousand pound heart.
Yesterday my heart felt heavy. Today I allow it to expand like the blue whale heart trusting the ladle and scoop.