Every human being’s personal response to this pandemic is unique, and yet within my privileged social obit, there are similarities. We have, food, clothing, shelter, health care, and friends and family. One variable is our life stage?
What remains for me, however, when all the outer coverings of life are striped away, is my is love of solitude, my contentment in being alone, and my faith. These three, all part of the same cloth, are the essence of who I am.
Previously I mentioned my after supper walks to the nearby Wadsworth Cemetery. This evening ritual has become a habit as my day winds down. As I walk alone amongst the graves stones, I wonder about the mystery of life; I am drawn to God.
God or faith might not be your words of choice, but I believe that the deep peace they can connote can embrace everyone who wanders through a cemetery. Allow these words of love, or your own expression, to deepen your experience of that ineffable call of the human longing. The pandemic is opening up us up to the Mystery with a capital M.