Community

I read Heather Cox Richardson each day as she gives a summary of the political events. She ends her column from yesterday with this:

Dr. Anthony Fauci, the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, and a voice of calm reason in this crisis, is not on board with Trump’s increasing flirtation with the idea that the country can abandon its isolation policies after fifteen days. Fauci was not at today’s press briefing, and while Trump brushed off his absence, there were signs today that he might be on his way out of his prominent role in combatting the coronavirus. Fauci has advised every president since Ronald Reagan and brings much credibility to Trump’s team, but he has corrected the president repeatedly in public, and his insistence that the coronavirus is more dangerous than Trump says is increasingly unwelcome.

In all my reading today, one thing jumped out. In an interview, Dr. Fauci pointed out that every president he has served, starting in 1984 with Ronald Reagan, has had to deal with epidemic disease: Zika, AIDS, SARS, Ebola, H1N1, MERS. Some have handled their crises better than others, but after Reagan botched the AIDS crisis, they have always prioritized public health so effectively that most of us have had the luxury of forgetting that we live under these grave threats.

No longer.

Margaret Mead, a cultural anthropologist said we know when civilization developed when we come across a broken femur that’s healed. It shows people took care of the members of their tribe, did not leave them behind even when they might have been perceived as a burden.

Right now, I’m inundated with beautiful and healing meditations. Communities are coming together for the health of us all, because as civilized individuals, we must stand together, and yes, “shelter in place” as “artists-in-residence,” knowing we’re in this together, with support for all.

I thought I’d shared this wonderful poem by Kristen Flyntz but I looked back through and I hadn’t. The virus has something to say. Sheltered in place for the good of all, we stop and listen. The video is no longer available but there is a discussion and the words here:

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/bear-in-mind/202003/message-the-virus-or-our-ancestors

Creativity and Renewal

Perhaps you have Nextdoor in your community.  Mine can be a source of anger and humor as one side of an issue of which there are many attacks another, but yesterday was a post that was brilliant.

The suggestion is that people go outside and howl at 8:00 at night.

This Shelter in Place is tough. We need a release. Join your neighbors outside at 8pm every night until this madness ends for a 5 minute howl.

Howl to let others know you are in this with them. How to support our health care workers and first responders. Howl just because it feels good. Howl with your kids before bedtime so they can unwind.

Just don’t touch your face!😘

I admit I fell asleep and missed the howling but the report is that it was quite successful.  Here is a place the country can unite.

Howl at 8:00 each night. The country will transform on the release, sound, vibration, connectivity, and fun.  It’s good for all ages from the elderly to the young.

And on this subject of the elderly, not only does my local grocery store offer an early morning hour for the elderly to shop alone and without those who might push them out of the way but now I learn that Cost-Co opens at 8:00 on Tuesday and Thursday for the elderly.

My book group discussed this yesterday, online, of course.  We are becoming technology wizards. I read that tech stocks will soar when this is over since they’ve been a lifeline.  The point is we in our little group see ourselves as young, and now we are in a category of special care and treatment because we are at risk.  It’s an adjustment.

We also understand that if a choice must be made between two people as to who gets the ventilator, it won’t be us, and that is how it should be. Of course, we give way to the young. We honor renewal and transformation as we place our wisdom in a campfire of flames that when it comes to embers is perfect for roasting marshmallows, melting connection for s-mores.

Evening Sky


My heart flames

Tranquility

The news is sobering.  My son knows my love of Jellies, not Jellyfish, because they are not fish.  He sends me this offering by the Monterey Bay Aquarium, a beautiful way to float on waves of tranquility and peace. And now a little bird sits outside my window and chirps.

Breathe Ease