How do we process and mentally deal with the extraordinary risks we are understanding?

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Life really beats us up…maybe not in exactly the same way or at the same time since normally it happens as individually as our DNA. There is no denying it and certainly no avoiding it as life is as complicated as it is precious. The difference now is we are all sharing this life crisis at exactly the same time.  The novel Corona virus is gunning for us all…

An incredible thunderstorm illuminated the Vermont sky last weekend. The dogs were shaking as was I while the dark evening sky was interrupted by hail, thunder and lightning. I was hoping that the Hereford cows next door were sheltering in place too as they most often are out grazing in their field. My great grandmother, Elizabeth, on my mother’s side would say the first significant thunderstorm during the waning winter days marks the official start of spring. An old wives’ tale or just years of living close to the land on a farm? Not sure but her words have not failed me yet as over the many years of my life I have felt it to be true.  Thoughts of spring and renewal can’t come soon enough right now. What will this spring bring?  Will the daffodils that hug and decorate my foundation bring their usual joy when they finally bloom? As the grass begins to green will we be feeling hopeful?

Last Sunday we enjoyed a small family dinner, watched movies on a rainy day trying to feel “normal.” Blankets on the couch, fireplace glowing as it heated our small cozy living room. I wished I could have held on to this day, but it slipped into Monday and the harsh reminder of our life ruled by this insidious virus. My heart grows heavy when I think about how I have no idea when I will safely see my grown children again. They are the loves of my life.

I went for my early morning run today and as I put one foot in front of the other, I reminded myself to look up. I am not a particularly religious person but there is spirituality in nature for me. I take great comfort in nature.  The birds on this very cold and windy April morning were singing and I heard a song I could not recall hearing before but that doesn’t mean it was new just that maybe I heard it more clearly this morning as the birds had no other competition except the sound of my feet striking the pavement.  Geese in flight. A hawk effortlessly soaring above. Nature is fully at work and not seeming to notice the struggle we humans are experiencing in our “dystopian society.” 

I am ok right now and I hope you are ok right now …

We must do what we need to do to ensure that we stay ok and those that aren’t ok right now get the care and help they need…

Stay home…

Our healthcare providers must be protected…critical!

Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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