Today is a different kind of post, but I know you'll enjoy it. Dee is one of my favorite guests, so grab a cup and have a read.
Corona—the crown—as Muse
It’s been a couple of months since the novel coronavirus hit our shores. Not a fun couple of months, that’s for sure. We’ve seen people die, not because they did anything wrong but because they happened to fit certain physical criteria. Business have been lost and parents, suddenly without jobs, have been worried about how they’re going to pay bills and care for their children. Tragedy has struck every corner of our great land, and indeed, the world. All thanks to something we can’t see, can’t touch, can’t taste. Yet, the power is there, for sure. A nasty, negative power.
So, you might wonder why I’ve found my muse in the coronavirus, COVID-19. Well, I’ll tell you.
I count myself among the lucky ones. I don’t personally know anyone who now has or has had the virus. That they know of. I suppose the qualifier should be added. There are only three confirmed cases in our whole county. And that’s my silver lining. I feel blessed. Blessed to live in a land where innovation is encouraged to the point where our doctors and researchers jump to the challenge of finding answers, where when known cases are compared to the known recovered cases, the comparisons are favorable. I’m blessed to live here, where without threats or coercion (for the most part) we took the guidance of our leaders to heart, and by golly, stayed six feet apart so that we wouldn’t get sick and our friends and families wouldn’t either. I’m so grateful to be living now, in an age where computers and great universities provide every opportunity for finding a solution and perhaps a vaccine for this horrid disease so that thousands won’t die if/when it hits again. We have so much hope for better things and times to come.
I know there has been heartbreak because of what we’ve been through the last couple of months. But there is joy, too, in recognizing what could be lost if we as a people gave in to the despair the virus represents. We have another day to grasp life and shake it with all the enthusiasm of someone happy to be here, happy to see another day and know that with each day we’re closer to the end of this mess. It’s good to have reminders like this now and then, that life isn’t a given. We should appreciate each and every day, every hour, every moment. And I do.
That’s why the coronavirus—as awful as it is—is my muse this month.
I just wanted to say all that. Don’t think I’ll share a book or excerpt. Thank you for reading!