March 16, 2020

I feel an opening sense of grounding.

I feel closing around my heart, a caving in, anxiety.

Fear.

 

Big change on the horizon. The unknown in every sphere.

Illness. Hospitals full. Potential rejection when you need care.

Extreme isolation.

The acceptance of totalitarian measures.

Control. Fear a ruling factor.

 

Protectiveness going against love and help toward others.

Do we no longer trust our fellow Man? Our destiny?

Entering a stage of barricaded beings behind closed windows.

I fear the worst is this.

Entering a war without war.

The drawing of extreme boundaries and vetoes.

Closing in of whole groups of people, the whole population.

 

Who will help Italy? Who will help those in the country I love?

Not the European countries, but China and Cuba.

Where are the rich countries when called upon?

They are afraid of contagion. Of catching the Corona Virus.

What is fear driving us to?

Hatred. Aggression. Crime. Possibly.

 

An unprecedented virus is raging amongst us.

Taking down our elders and the weaker ones among us.

The virus has no knowledge of country lines.

Or boundaries, between rich and poor.

Of our little and big desires.

It is bringing us inside. In ourselves.

It is calling for hygiene and purification.

Causing havoc on our schedules, our interpersonal relationships,

our meetings and appointments.

It is shutting down schools and enterprises.

It is bringing us to a halt.

 

To face ourselves.

Face to face.

Within each family.

To pour out our fears, our exhaustion.

To voice what there is to voice.

To be there. Together.

In frustration. In catharsis.

To hold the un-holdable.

 

To love each other in the hardest moment.

On the clearest day, when Nature in her

evolving of pure Motherhood is birthing,

flowers of the softest pink in the clear sunlight.

When the Olympic Mountains rise digging down.

Mountains know. They sigh an inner wisdom.

Their ancient strength. The courage to survive

in the face of the blowing wind and the pulling tide.

Rock minerals might wear down into granules of sand.

Yet the mountains stand. Each day. Fresh to meet the sunrise.

I search in their beauty. I ask for clarity in their power.

 

May we have inner wisdom

May we have love

May we hold each other

Even without touch,

if need be.

May we be there for each other

in this un-knowable moment.

May we have faith and let go.