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Covid19 Journey Day 19


April 9, 2020
Today’s observation – Corona virus might be a great unifier, there is team spirit coalescing across the country, especially in the hinterlands where incidents of illness are fewer and farther between.  We wear masks in public spaces, maybe even gloves, try to keep the prescribed social distances and quarantine periods, follow the other hygiene protocol.  All this not so much in fear of getting sick as in consideration of our healthcare workers and other first-responders.  Can these simple disciplines spare them from the desperate chaos we read about every morning - the war zone stories from New York, New Jersey, San Francisco, Nashville, New Orleans, Chicago? The impossible barrages of crisis onslaught, the endless stream of crisis is beating our best into a bloody pulp. So as not to feel dully helpless - we compile with the CDC guidelines, keep up our end of the deal.  Let our children eat ice cream and Doritos for breakfast, help them learn to ride a two-wheeler when the parking lot is empty, make cards to send to the city hospitals full of pink hearts and messages of gratitude. What else can we do, what else? Two studies emerged in the news this morning about new models on when our country would reach its national peak in cases and deaths.  One study was based on the numbers out of China, Italy and Spain, forecasting the peak coming this weekend.  Another out of Colombia University pushed the peak more toward mid-May, as it took into account areas that would not widely practice CDC recommendations for protocol until they directly experienced the outbreak. There is speculation that the contagion will abate in summer and resurge in late fall.  With all the possible scenarios around the corner, each wearing a veil of speculative mystery, we are learning how to bring decision making to the matters that we can control, allowing our lives to move in smaller circles of execution. We do what we can to keep each other safe and sane. Even indulging the kids and dogs more than we did in the old days.  There is still no toilet paper on the shelves at the grocery store, so maybe it’s time to install a bidet.  I image those suppliers are seeing a healthy untick in business.

Today’s image – Life goes on.  It is my afternoon off duty at the dorm, and a little chilly with lots of wind pushing dark banks of cloud canopy across the low sky.  Easter for us has been a season of chocolate eggs and jellybeans and marshmallow chicks in a basket. We let others pay tribute to that unfortunate prophet on the cross. I decide to push my luck and follow my safest protocols to get chocolates out to the kids, calling my order in to the local chocolatier, picking them up curbside and wiping the boxes down with disinfectant, then I box them up at the post office, thankful for the large plexiglass screens between me and the postal worker and the dearth of other persons in the building. There is someone mopping the floors of front entrance, the smell of Lysol wafting like chapel incense around us. Behind my mask I don a large smile hoping my eyes communicate the gratitude I feel toward them. Then my Westie and I decided to get a walk in and set off for large county park one half hour north. Being the only car parked in the trail head lot is comforting.  I hope I’m not being thoughtlessly reckless as I put my mask in my pocket to set out on the empty trail.  The forest canopy is mostly naked, only a few buds and catkins have pushed out into the growing light, but the forest floor is lush with emergent green and wildflowers.  Life goes on.  April in Iowa arrives with a real panoply of weather.  Within one hour, I walked in sunshine, showers, snow, sleet and bluster. Life goes on, what a blessing. Looking out over a lake edged with spring peepers, my gaze follows the brisk bursts of wind ruffling the water, glinted in cascades of afternoon light. I imagine it is a wave of fairies skipping in beautiful choreography across the surface. Yes, beauty abides.  In the cold drafts of wind overhead turkey vultures pirouetted and I ride along. A brilliant red catches my eye, it is a catkin laying in a riot of technicolor along the trail. I do love the solace of wide open spaces. Is it possible to slow down enough, strip our business down to basics so that we humans can find our space in the big picture of the wider world?  I am finding less need to sweep up the detritus of winter along the back steps that trail down the hill.

Today’s idea – Let’s find new ways to make community.  Let’s pledge allegiance to reciprocity. Let’s do what’s before us and teach our children well.

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