“A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last.”
– COUNTING CROWS
We don’t know but we can always HOPE- seemingly there are more Covid breakouts now than ever.
We certainly have a viral connection. It’s not like the sixties where we were connected through a similar sensibility and a desire for change or the early 1940s where most of the world was united against one common foe.
No, this is different. There is nothing tangible about this – masked against an invisible intangible that unites us against death.
We are in the throes of fighting something we can’t see and we can’t see going away.
Being alive at the time of Covid is forcing us to balance on an undulating funhouse floor.
It has put a strong emphasis on Family and Love, it has put a strong emphasis on Division and Hate.
It has us flip/flop between Hope and Hopeless on a daily basis, it has us look for pockets of relief, and forces us to have to endure long stretches of despair.
It has us liberally Act Out and actively Look Within.
There’s no accounting for the human spirit and the adaptability that is required.
I appreciate all the heroic and generous acts that I have witnessed this year.
I appreciate people tackling and creating their lives in the face of so much uncertainty.
To not get hardened or resigned is not an easy task.
I wish you moments of peace and resolve from your struggles.
And to find grace in both the heartbreak and the heartfelt.