Daily walks

hand in hand

together observing

the rebirth of the earth

flowers and trees

ducks, deer and geese;

children playing

riding bikes, running

laughing, jumping

sounds of joy

under the sun

not staring

at a phone

or television

their parents

watching them

smiling,

engaged

not distracted;

sweetness squeezed

from a bitter moment,

drops of pleasure

feelings of peace

despite valid

fear or

anxiety

of illness

in the spirit,

mind

or body

whether

personal,

societal

or

global;

regardless of

apprehensions

about

tomorrow,

today

we are,

love is,

and that

is enough.

The comments rattled off.

“It won’t last long.”

“It’s just like a flu.”

“Here today, gone tomorrow.”

“Drink bleach, it’ll make it go away.”

The actions taken.

Doctors, nurses, first responders,

working around the clock

to save as many lives possible,

putting themselves in harm’s way.

Things we had to do.

Social-distancing, hard for many,

families, friends, separated by all this,

wear masks,

praying for a back to normal routine.

Protesters protest, but more like mob rule.

Comgress can’t decide the right thing to do,

a president who has no clue,

a society coming unraveled,

and new life is born into uncertain tmes.

The comments still filter the air.

The healthy still still get sick and die,

responders still responding,

families still torn apart,

and the old normal will never be the same.

'Do you remember

when we all were bored

when we all were sad

when we all were confused

that was for our safety

And thats why I trust

that even though we are bored

or sad

or mad

we’ll be here

for decades to come.

We can tell others

we stayed alive

during this time

and thats whats most important

than anything else.'

Mad insane people taking everything.

Swiping up everything, to home they bring.

Going to get groceries, nothing on the shelf.

Nobody caring but only for themself.

People going out everywhere, without regard.

Not caring at all about who they have marred.

Who has died because of their betrayal.

That night you could not stay home could of been fatal.

When forced to confront my own company

I have found that solititude isn’t

as bad as I feared.

That I am fun by myself

And can stage a concert when -

with the speakers on loud -

I belt out song after song of my favourite albums.

And that has saved my sanity!

I have soaked up the comfort of my bed

And realised the beauty of simplicity.

For my bed has been my library, my church,

my cinema and - should I admit this - my dining room.

I have tapped into my creativity

with nothing but TTTIIIIMMMMEEE to nurture it.

whipping up pastries I had only ever bought before.

trying my hand at things I had once believed were not for me.

And the writing!!!!!!

Things were put into perspective

And I found the relationship with myself to be most essential.

A storm gathers in mass,

Like a hurricane that refuses to pass.

Peace not guaranteed,

For all of those in need.

Scramble for the last piece of bread,

That will help in the months ahead.

Toilet paper is a must,

Before the economy goes bust.

You've done everything you were told,

Even as your food turns into mould.

Bills pile up, waiting for their pay.

"We know what is best," so they say.

"Stay inside at all cost,

Forget the livelihood you have lost.

Your home is the eye of the storm,

Where you will feel safe and warm."

Now that months have crept by,

And the bank account is all but dry.

There is still no end in sight.

Amazing how something so small can cause so much fright.

Humanity is a magnetic field bolstered by proximity of others. It matters not who they are, only that they're near. Being near the hordes of random people, swimming through that magnetic field, charges our own humanity. Little shocks of interaction, of belonging, percolates throughout the skin and recharges the batteries within us quietly screaming for a sense of community.

Yet remove that magnetic field and suddenly the feeling of humanity is lost. Doubt, isolation creep into the subconscious. People so used to the thrill of electric humanity recharging their batteries suddenly feel drained, inhuman.

Why am I handling the COVID quarantine so well? If you've never had a battery of humanity to connect with, if you've never felt that sense of belonging, what is there to miss?

With all this chaos in the world, we start to feel like it is shaping us, like it's something we can't control.

I'm here to tell you, it's okay to slow down. Especially now, it is essentail to sculpt your reality and place more emphasis on the things you truly value.

In this crazy time, cultivate peace and sanity by returning to the foundation.

You don't have to be productive everyday, and sometimes rest itself can help us be more productive.

During the lockdown, I have gotten to spend more quality time at home with my family, something I would not have had the chance to do otherwise.

I have also gotten the chance to practice more self-care, doing things like journaling, meditating, and taking walks almost daily.

Society puts so much pressure on us to be successful; we forget to live our lives in order to achieve somthing "greater than ourselves." This is an unreasonable expectation-- not everyone is going to be the next great artist, writer, or entreperneur (and it's certainly not going to happen over a period of 6 months).

With everything that's going on in the world, we just need to let go. We need to prioritize the important things that bring us the most long-term joy.

Yes, it is important to stay present and informed in this ever-changing world, but it is equally important to consume it in healhty doses in order to stay sane.

It's okay to slow down, to be greatful for your life, to soak in each small moment.

Because we don't know how long it will last.

This could be our lowest point. Or it could be relative calm before the storm.

There is no way to know.

This is why it is important to value the challenges we face. There is no doubt, this moment in time will shape our future selves, so don't face it with apathy-- be the sculpter of your own life.

There was a time we felt safe

and the misfortunes of others

were clearly tucked away

Until we saw death and sickness

of strangers turn into family and friends

Until we saw fear and uncertainty

In the eyes of masked faces

Until we learned to love

and truly took the time

to enjoy the presence of

those alive with us

Until we decided to not

take our blessings for granted