Walking this morning I passed this roses up on Ivy Street here in Riverside. It struck me how they seemed to be doing their thing, heedless of the madness loose in the world right now. They danced in the slight breeze of the mid-spring morning. The weather is shifting here in Southern California from the cool damp rainy season that came late to the warmth of the coming summer.
Nature seems to go on. Sometimes it seems to try to reclaim its rightful place in the world. You may have noticed how clear the air is; how frisky the squirrels are. Perhaps you've heard the birds singing more brightly than ever before and just how very quiet it is at night.
Humankind has retreated into their private spaces. And hopefully we, as humankind, use this time to truly reflect and consider how we emerge from this time of being "separate though together" in this time of crisis. It seems we are already tearing apart. But it's never too late to unite in spite of our differences. Bottom line, like the roses, all we want to do to bloom, to thrive.
We create our own destiny. And so it is, a so it will forever be.
With everything closed during the current pandemic, if I had this sign, I would put it in my front window and let it flash away. I imagine the neighbors would wonder what the heck I was up to.
Was I going into business in this strictly residential neighborhood? Had I finally gone over the bounds of good taste in my somewhat eclectic choices in yard art? Perhaps they would call the city and report a zoning violation!
None of the above I must say. I would just be bucking the trend. I would, even though we are not allowed visitors these days, that I was indeed open. In my own enigmatic way, I would be telling the world I'm still here, still open to life and living and in spite of appearances, had not closed down...entirely anyway.
If I had bought this sign, I think it would look pretty snazzy in my bay window. the light would cast a fun glow in the night. People might even laugh, thinking I'd gone round the bend. Or they might knock on the door and ask what I was open for or to or by. I could tell them I was demonstrating an open door policy, leaving myself open to suggestion or to whatever comes down the pike. Questions would of course need to be open-ended.
Enough I guess. I didn't get the sign. But I did take a picture, a gif no less. And it did open my mind to a bit a whimsy. And these days, that is something to smile about.
My life has gone virtual.
I just went virtual grocery shopping via Instacart. This is for fourth or fifth time for me. Each time it gets a little easier. I have been sharing the shopping with my neighbor Sue makes the task a little less onerous.
A writing group I am a sporadic member of is thinking about using Zoom to meet. I have done a few family & friends zoom meets and they actually have gone fairly well. At least we get to see each other and chat in real time.
I have been participating in social media platforms even more than I was before. Facebook and Instagram are my chief addictions. I check Twitter once in a while. YouTube is right up there. My church has been broadcasting via YT and I must say I have been attending regularly after a long absence.
I've dabbled in a few others, but these are the ones I am most acquainted with and are easy for someone such as me.
I have also been sending this blog and my pholog via email to a select group of friends who don't necessarily participate in any of the foregoing. My computer and smart phone have become my chief facilitator of communications these days.
For other entertainment I am using my DVR more than ever to watch Jeopardy, Trevor Noah, Stephen Colbert, some Rachel Maddow and Anderson Cooper. I also enjoy some escapist network shows like American Housewife and Bob Hearts Abashola for some much needed comic relief.
It is amazing to me just far we have come from the days of radio and three channel TV. Yes, I go back that far. I remember how my folks reminisced about the days before any of that. I used to be in awe of the changes they must have seen in their lifetimes. Now here I am, thinking the same thing about the changes I have seen in my lifetime.
All the above technologies have their problems to be sure. One friend calls them "time-sucks." Another fears they are invasions of privacy and we run the risk of being hacked. Honestly, that can happen just tossing you mail in a careless fashion.
Basically, I appreciate the ability to continue living virtually through this technology and associated science. It is all a choice. I choose to use it to my advantage. I always think to myself there are plenty of more interesting and lucrative targets out there for hackers and thieves.
So I live by password, encrypt where possible and keep my fingers crossed always. It's all part of what is fast becoming the virtual way of life. I still go outside daily for walks with the dogs. On decent days, I work in the yard. I do my chores and function okay in "real time". I'd have to say, I'm keeping up okay.
I apparently suffer from S.A.D. which stands for "seasonal affect disorder." It means my mood is affected by the weather. Indeed for the past several seemingly interminable stretches of rain and cold here in So Cal, I have been given to feelings of ennui and malaise. I choose those terms because they may be somewhat archaic and not used all that often, but indeed sum up what I have been feeling during much of March and April (so far) this year.
But, rejoice, the sun has come out again! The weather has warmed a bit. Flowers are blooming and the birds are singing. The pix above were captured in my yard dancing gaily in the first sun last weekend. Alas, we had a cloudy cool setback, but then yesterday and today spring has tried to spring forth once more.
In spring, there is hope. We certainly need that now. I know I do. Getting out of the house, even if it is just into my yard or for walk the neighborhoods with the dogs, does me a world of good. Last evening, I sat on my front porch for the first time in months with a good read and a nice glass of wine, Miguelito in my lap. I lost track of time and soon it was dark.
Last night I slept well in spite of vivid dreams of, well, I can't remember, but I do remember dreaming. And that is a positive thing for without dreams, the future can seem seem bleak especially with global pandemics and political posturing everywhere. Spring will inspire us through all of this madness. We will survive.
I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to our great day of resurrection. It may not seem like it now, but that day will come. When, we are not sure, but these days of isolation and feelings of doom will pass. In the meantime, I shelter in place, feeling a bit, no, quite, isolated.
I have been watching several local Easter Sunday services online. I am attending my own church on Facebook live these days. This is after a long hiatus of not attending church. If you know me, the church was once a very big part of my life. Somehow it all faded away to where now this is the closest of I can come to any church.
What I am wondering is this: what will you do on the anticipated Resurrection Day of our "normal" life? What does that "normal" look like? For you, for me? I wonder. Will we just go back to our ways as we were before a pandemic interrupted us? Or will we finally have learned our lesson? And what is that lesson? The earth itself seems more serene these days. What does that tell us about our ways and where they were headed?
So many questions. Answers will as always be revealed in time.
In the meantime, I wonder, and I pray.
And Happy Easter and Passover 2020