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Covid19 Journey Day 31

April 21, 2020

Today’s observation – Things are moving; it is in the news and the air.  The Great Pause takes a breath; gears lean toward engagement. This evening while doing room checks, a student asked me for boxes.  “Do you need them soon?”
“Yes, please. I am going home.” 
“How soon?”
 “Thursday.”
 “Two days away - Thursday?”
“Yes!”
Verifying this information with the Res Life director, I found that it was news to him too.  Parents and students are not withholding information about their planning; this is how quickly arrangements for travel to China manifest.  I venture to say that her mother has been working for several weeks to get travel arrangements in place. A slot opens, and a multitude of requests rise to reach it first.  I learned that students cannot fly directly from the US to China now but have to triangulate their travel with a neutral intermediary country.  One flew from Chicago to Mexico to China, another from Chicago to Japan to China.  Their trip home is peppered with quarantines.  Another sense of movement came in an email newsletter from Iowa Public Radio.  The current number of confirmed cases here is three thousand six hundred and forty-one with eighty-three related deaths.   Four hundred eighty-two are new cases out of a Tyson Chicken plant.  The government, feeling the president’s pressure to reopen things, has set up an assessment survey where citizens are encouraged to provide information to determine if they qualify for a Covid19 test. Well, I gave my information, answered some questions, and learned that I didn’t need testing. My lizard brain celebrated, my cerebral mind thought it was a sneaky way of softening the scarcity.  At least the state is testing more widely.  The best display of something new movement, though, was a clutch of goslings paddling between their proud parents like rubber duckies down the Mississippi in the evening sun.  April has been pushing hard to break things open.

Today’s image – I thought I was dreaming.  News headline – DEMAND FOR OIL IS DISAPPEARING. Let’s just let that sink in for a few.

Today’s idea – Things that get pulled asunder coalesce.  Like a river, they are never the same moment to moment, once space has opened in the natural world, it refills, and the geography changes forever.  Some of the permutations are incremental, some significant.  The universe tumbles in an ongoing kaleidoscopic becoming. Breathing in is expansion. Breathing out is contraction. We are breathing in this Great Pause moment, and emotions with new space deepen, as we indulge in broader considerations, and all the while questions that even Siri can’t answer float about in our thought bubbles and chat groups. From my experience on the planet, when the questions begin to occupy real time and space for more than a flash round of Jeopardy or College Bowl competition, we should expect catharsis to be loitering around the corner.  It feels like the dominoes are falling - one moment transforms us, and we transform the next moment.  Still, being so early in the process of responding to such a widespread fruit basket turnover, prospects about how a recovery will look is still a pipe dream.  We expect a destination to loom down the road almost in view, maybe after only a few curves in the way.  I can hear the child within me ask. “Are we there yet?”
“No, baby, we have a while to go.”

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