4/3/2020 0 Comments What Does the Bunny Know?A while back I captured this image of a bunny in the underbrush at UCR's Botanical Gardens. He seemed to be watching me, following me as I strolled. It was a different time then. Much has changed. I wonder if there are bunnies there now? I imagine for them, life goes on as normal. I also imagine them wondering, if bunnies do indeed wonder, where all the people have gone.
I am trying to keep that memory of normal times in my consciousness. Surely like nature, we, as a humankind, will get through this. Only time will tell and only if we remain together while staying apart.
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4/2/2020 2 Comments Pandemic ParadoxIf you look close at the window, in the lower right you will see Sebastian, my bengal cat. He was watching me as I was gardening outside in front of my house. He is a house-cat. He will most likely always be a house-cat. He seems okay with it most of the time. The warmer weather ahead will be a trial for both of us I am sure. But I fear he must stay inside because I have lost cats to the outdoors and do not want to do that again.
On another note, looking at him sitting there, probably wondering why he can't join me outside, well, I have say I feel guilty. His world is limited, not unlike what we as humankind are experiencing right now in light of the coronavirus pandemic. I can relate. Being on restriction through no fault of my own, I, like Sebastian, the chafe of being denied our freedom. But it is ultimately for our own safety. And there's the rub. Do we want to be safe? Of course. Do we want to take chances? Not if it means risking the health and safety of others. For Sebastian, it's for me (and for him). For me, it's the world (and for me). My mom would probably have said about now, ultimately, "this is all for your, (and our), own good." And there you have it: the final paradox we are living in these days. The other day the postal letter carrier came walking up to my house wearing a long black mask. It covered his nose, mouth and most of his neck. "You look like the Lone Ranger," I exclaimed, joking.
"I'm wearing it for my protection," he said, solemnly. Feeling put in my place, I replied, "I understand". And so the Lone Ranger rides again, only not quite the same way as he did in when I was kid. No silver steed. No Tonto at his side. And the mask was over his lower face, not his eyes. No white hat either. Just riding, walking, normal daily activities. And it is becoming more and more that everyone is donning masks of some kind. It's just what we need to do in the Time of Coronavirus. As he got into his van to drive away, I heard him say to someone on speaker phone, "This last guy just called me the Lone Ranger." He laughed. At least he got the joke. NOTE: We are now being advised to wear a mask whenever we are in public. They say it is more for the protection of others than for our own. It keeps us from touching our faces and from spreading the virus through droplets in sneezes or even just breathing. I imagine it does offer us some protection too. These are the times we are living through, my friends, living through being the key hope and prayer. |
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