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Covid19 Journal Entry 6


March 27,2020

Today’s observation – I have discovered where the intrepid Indiana families go for social distancing – they go to their nearest state park campground.  For my overnight accommodation, I sequestered myself and my pup at a park south of Indianapolis on a wooded ridge, at a corner site surrounded by RVs parked at tangential angles from me and a good fifty yards away.  I pulled out my hammock and strapped it between two big trees. Some gave me nervous looks as I took a walk around the campground to stretch my legs, but they were easily disarmed with a smile. We are in this together.  Kids were riding their bikes and playing corn hole.  Family dogs were tethered while parents grilled hamburgers and drank beer in the warm slanted light.  It was an outback suburbia. I climbed into the hammock with my back to the busy scene and took in the slope of leafless trees beyond me.  If not for a forecast of thunderstorms later in the night, I would have slept there, but by 9:00, I decided to stretch out in the backseat of my Escape capsule and nodded off to sleep early.  Spring may be much slower to emerge in wildflowers and buds here in the upper Midwest, still the air temperature was kind and warm enough for gnats.  I was very grateful to shelter with the gentle folk in that Ohio River watershed world.

Today’s image – Newscasters and government officials are calling the pandemic an unprecedented disruption, and sure – I can see their point.  Beyond that, there is a truth that keeps resurfacing: I see it as a powerful recalibrating agent.  I am imagining the striving America – full of bustle and bills, hitting a wall of resignation with the mandated cessation from regular routines, schedules, appointments, duties, expectations and what is agreed upon as a normal, albeit frenetic, rhythm. Modern bustle stripped down to essentials – a jitterbug boogey reduced to a waltz.  There are indeed many sheltering in place and not dancing at all because they have no shelter or safe harbor.  They are a big part of this story.  I am thinking about the fortunate ones who are sheltered with family and caring folks, or at least in safe places alone with a faithful pet as champion or generous neighbors. As I read the accounts of how others spend their days, there is another pace taking hold as well as some new ways of being together, seldom experienced previously without being drunk, stoned or ill.  Forced to slow down and pay attention is BIG MEDICINE for this place, even if It is the best way to help our doctors, nurses, first responders and other caregivers do their jobs as they come to our rescue. Who could have guessed disruption would deliver salvation like this?

Today’s idea – Sometimes it is best to step outside the frantic glut of facts and do something very inattentive to the emergency at hand.  Sitting by a river on a balmy afternoon or listening to an audiobook or reading to a child, finding new music, watching again a favorite old movie or binge watching a new series recommended on a FB post. Distraction has its own important work to do.  The crisis looms ready to reengage us at a moment’s notice.  We are learning the opposite of calculated rescue is dalliance, and that is equally important to the mission of recovery.

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