Twenty-sixth Entry


Plywood with taped print copies of the Mona Lisa on paper covering window on store in New York during the pandemic.

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Sunday, April 12th, 2020

and over
and over

this strikes me as an opportunity
for me,
for those I know
for those I do not know

not for the planet
the planet likely couldn’t care less, it will survive, it is us who have become attached to our earth’s current form, its current manifestation. 

A disruption.
Such a disruption does not come often and never easily.
Usually, likely always, they come with hardship.
With loss.
Loss of livelihood, health, life, love, or other treasure. 
If it does not kill you, you have a chance.

If not to be reborn, then awakened, or re-awakened – possibly a different term for each of us. 

Clearly I am not thinking about religion, or if so, only as your morning coffee or afternoon walk might be your religion.
We have a chance to see it all differently, to change the storyline.

The chance is a gift.
This gift is offered to us every day in this mess.  We always have this chance – every day – but now it is easier, the lights have been turned up on what makes each of us tick. 

Never in the civilization of humans has there been a time that such disruption affected as many people as it does now, if for no other reason than that there have never been so many of us. 

I pray, as a manner of speaking, as prayer is something I never learned to do — along with calculus, Latin and many other things. But I pray that this opportunity, this darkly cloaked gift, will yield a positive outcome. Given our culture and our leader that is a long shot, but more possible now than at any point anyone can remember – that is something.

One can hope.