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Covid19 Journey Day 20


April 10, 2020

Today’s idea – Maybe we’ve needed this for a long time.  To be stopped so we could take a long moment and assess what is alive in us and what is mere rote living, what is unnecessary and what really matters; what we carry by empty habit. To know that busier doesn’t make us more worthy- a good work ethic is not to be confused with constant motion.  We’ve needed this to  learn how to be together as family again, to sit together in conversation, to listen to one another, to play and read together, help solve problems even do homework together, cook together, sit around a table again. And to say to each other, here are boundaries, this is okay and that is not okay because we do that for the ones we love. We needed this to understand that isolation can be hard on some people sheltering in place, the abuser with the abused,  those that must shelter alone, those who need consistent home care for a chronic illness or condition, the family receiving hospice care for someone in demise. Maybe this is what we needed to see who the real leaders are, the ones who lead from the middle with their sleeves rolled up, enlisting experienced, competent and tenacious teams of advisers and managers who sometimes disagree; truthtellers and deliverers, compassionate arbitrators who can balance risk with optics and takes action, knowing how important the malleability of a decision must be as more information pours in. A leader who knows how to focus on the process, keeping one eye on the problem before him and another on the one ahead of that.  She takes responsibility, earning respect for protecting her constituents instead of her ego.  And maybe we needed this to remember what clean air feels and looks like, how our lungs, sinuses, skin and eyes are revived by it.  How when the smog dissipates, there are magnificent peaks and mountain ranges that reemerge beyond cityscapes.  That wildlife such as sea turtles can reconstitute their beleaguered populations by arriving undisturbed to ancient nesting sites.  Maybe we needed this to make time in the middle of the day for a Spring walk that re-calibrates our humanity. To open up space to check on our parents or to help a besieged funeral director.  To turn cotton sheets into protective masks.  Maybe here is breathing room for a renaissance within ourselves and our society.  We who had begun to emulate robots and computer programs.  Such a revival would be no small thing in this Anthropocene Epoch.

Today’s observation – I took everyone’s temperature in the dorm today, a new directive from the head of school.  No fevers found – temperatures ranged from 96.8° – 98.2°F.  The girls were relieved, just knowing too. I’ve been taking mine daily for about two weeks.  I understand that relief.  To abate unfounded stress is so good for the mind. The mind is so powerfully important to our well being; we often think ourselves in and out of good health.  And when we are stricken, and the mind is knocked off kilter by fever or infection, it is then that we become our most vulnerable, falling prey to the pathogen. In these moments, it takes resolve and blind faith, pouring into our limbic brain, to signal the gut flora to dispatch antibodies and macrophages, that could revive us. It’s built into our code.  All that and sleep and the generous help of caregivers if we are that lucky, and if it is not time for us to go.  I am grateful that we are a house without fever today. Less stress makes for more laughter.

Today’s image – I read a piece in the Chicago Sun Times by an emergency room doctor.  He’s an African American working on the South Side.  A friend called for his advice.  He has tested positive for Covid19, and he lives in a two-bedroom apartment with four other people, one of them is his grandmother. How can he quarantine when there is no extra space? What’s more, he must go to work, being one of the only two wage earners in the family.  The doctor was at a loss.  He could advise medically but had no experience for advice on family logistics, and he certainly didn’t feel qualified to give his friend financial or economic advice.  In a flood of emotion that swept him up out of the distress about his friend’s situation, he knew that here was one more case of the poor having to shoulder the brunt of the outbreak, having no good options for mitigating the risk for infection of family members.  In Chicago 70% of the corona virus deaths have been within the African American demographic; and they comprise only 30% of the city’s population.  This truth lays bare injustice not only in Chicago but in cities across the country and even around the world.  Poverty creates tinderboxes for the spread of countless diseases.  It is something we have known for a long time.  We have also known that economic justice is an important piece of public health.  Illuminated by this epidemic, again we see the work that remains to be done.   In the end, the Chicago emergency room doctor made a plea, calling us to action to practice greater empathy, a call for intention and attention to those at the greatest risks.  Empathy cultivates reciprocity.  Here is our path to ascension.  

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