Suddenly, it might seem that you have a ton of time on your hands.. your fragile body, vulnerable and nervous, isolated from the outside world of insidious illness. So much time, within the rooms, maybe a garden.. locked in there for your own good. What an awesome opportunity, it might be imagined…..
But…
Within that shell, there is not an immunity from any creeping dread, nervousness, or indeed, grief for a world gone ill or anger at nonchalance that pushes the already unhealthy towards the chasm… humans are wonderful, but some of them are shit…
It is not as universally ideal an opportunity as it might be cited to be.. it is an abyss too.. too much tension and bad news to focus on…
Assumptions of a deluge of opportunity-awaiting essays and novels, paintings and masterworks might go unaddressed…
This is not a simple situation… and whilst there are some simple strategies to cope…. it might not be simple for a person to listen to an inner voice of inspiration above a swelling clamor of invasive negative thoughts…
This is a complex situation… we will continue to create, and to care… and to look out for each other… just, for now, we can’t expect miracles, but we can still find the magic of kindness as both a comfort and inspiration.
Beauty will blossom.
Paul Roy 