Reading your long epistle, I feel similar feelings. You, being a pastor, should be ‘above it all,’ be serene and relaxed, rely on your faith, be a rock, the shepherd for your flock. But you are human, just like the rest of us struggling souls. I tell myself, ‘no need to feel anxious,’ but I do. I am a bit of a loner, but this – not being able to see, talk or laugh with someone living close by, drives me crazy. My muscles are tight, my breathing flat when I don’t think of it. I can’t sleep. My legs hurt from sitting too much. I started to go on little walks with my Nordic Poles, without those I couldn’t. My heart hurts; I breathe deeply to give it more oxygen.
I talk to myself; I talk to God because I feel embarrassed to talk to anyone else about what rattles or worries me; everyone has and deals with their problems. Neighbours become strangers. People were walking their dogs: I used to stop and talk to them, touch and stroke the doggies – now the people step off the sidewalk when they see me coming and walk on the road.
The dogs strain on their leashes, they remember me, want to come to me, they are not allowed. Do you find it weird that I miss the happiness those dogs used to show me more than exchanging a few words with their owners? I can still fill the hummingbird feeder, and those little critters don’t care about COVID, they still come. I see them, I love them, but they are the only sign of life as I knew it.
Yes, Brenda, it’s a weird time in all of our lives. Does it, will it ever change again? It will change alright, but it will not be the old ‘normal’ as we knew it. The young ones will adjust to the new ‘normal’ and deal with it the way my generation dealt with the war, the starvation, the diseases, the fallout, the re-building of bombed and destroyed cities.
This new war, the master of which we can not see, attacking friend and foe alike, reducing the number of the billions of people on our planet, is a phenomenon we can not conquer, try as we might. Will it stop when some kind of balance is achieved? For us, there is only HOPE left, as we struggle to retain our FAITH and LOVE.
Thank you Giselle for expressing so much of what we are feeling during this crazy pandemic. I feel safe in my cocoon so much so that going outside my perimeter is a little scary. Evan a short walk seems like a big adventure. I went to the grocery store this morning @ 7:30. My first time going for a few groceries since the start of the lock down. My daughter has been doing all our shopping for us. My hair has grown so long that it’s impossible to keep it looking at all decent. Having said all this I thank God for a home, food to eat & enough to keep me busy enough. I hope some day we will see each other again. I miss friends.
Your soul sister,
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Claudette, the longer this whole thing takes, the more affected our minds and souls will get – without us even realizing it. Some more robust people shake it off, pretend all is fine, but even they will be re-shaped by it. We, the sensitive souls, will quietly suffer and not talk about it. I’m sending you “hugs without bugs,” Giselle.
Dear Giselle, there are people on this Earth who love you. I cannot hug you but I think of you and charish our virtual friendship.
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Marina, I love you too! I still haven’t thanked you properly for the ‘review’ you did on my “Flight Into The Unknown.” I knew you were very busy with your involvement with “The Road to Liberation” and wanted to give you the time you needed… I know from experience how tough it is to promote a new book – now, with COVID restrictions more than ever.
Sending you “hugs without bugs” – and a huge bouquet of thank yous…