Day ? of the pandemic.

Who else has had pain today?

Who has not?

Tell me, although, like my beloveds in Nova Scotia, it seems impossible in the aftermath of such violence to be able to speak, tell me, even so.

Who continues to love, in spite of everything?

What more crucial, what more healing action is there, than to refuse to be parted from love and from the earth, and from the beauty of All-That-Is, even so?

And so… the small things… the ones that might keep us sane and connected in this mad, mad time….

The goldfinches swarmed the birdfeeder, even so.

A bunny ran for shelter under the wild rose bushes, and found it, in spite of everything.

A friend and I talked about how we could hold those-we-care-about close, and care for them, in the midst of broken hearts and broken lives, and we made a plan, even so.

Someone I love is living the experience of a harsh disease, and he trusted me to hold him close (virtually) today, in spite of everything.

I was in need of a conversation and, as the sun set,  a crow chatted with me from a low branch, even so.

Plus, a  poem found me today. It took my breath away hope you don’t mind if I share it…

the bell calls them to prayer

I stay in bed