Another week of quarantine is going down for the count and still; we fight the fear within us the battle with the virus is far from defeat.
Today when Dr. Anthony Fauci and others spokespersons at a news briefing gave further details about the latest scientific studies, experiments and findings; their messages were well received. With any luck, a safe vaccine is in our near future and/or next time around we can knock the lights out of this sickness seeking, heavy-weight killer.
We can be encouraged by the first steps toward that goal!
Now, we must keep the guidelines in place and keep the faith. I hope we seniors live long enough to see a brighter tomorrow here on our precious earth.
A friend sent this poem to Facebook friends including me.
Amberly Brown Huff sent it to her. She came across the poem written in 1869, reprinted during the 1919 Spanish flu pandemic.
“This poem is timeless….
It written was by Kathleen O’Mara
And people stayed home
And read books
And they rested
And did exercises
And did art and played
And learned new ways of being
And stopped and listened
Someone meditated, someone prayed
Someone met their shadow
And people began to think differently
And people healed.
And in the absence of people who
Lived in ignorant ways
Dangerous, meaningless , and heartless,
The earth also began to heal
And when the danger ended and
People found themselves
They grieved for the dead
And made new choices
And dreamed of new visions
And completely healed the earth
And practiced new ways of living
Just as they were healed.
Thank you Hyla Brown Saltz for sharing with us. The poem is appropriate at this time as well.
Words cannot express how much I value life lived in Brazil. As Dorothy said, “There is no place like home!” Friendships are forever golden! Memories linger.
Now I must check on an another old friend and Tootie Mae. I think I hear the chainsaws…
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