Boy, Oh Boy, Week 44 in the Time of Coronavirus

Yesterday I hit the wall. Before I lost all steam, I had lofty plans. I had research to do. There is always cleaning and organizing. I was behind on my writing. Yet, by the time I was three fourths of the way through a walk in Central Park, I felt as if I was dragging my leaden legs on the southern arc of the Reservoir. When I finally reached home, I couldn’t get my sweats on fast enough. Then Lucy had to go out. I love her, and also dearly wished there was someone else who would have taken her out. I was able to speak with a friend from the other coast, and that gave me a pleasurable energy shot. Though life in California is as fraught as it is in New York and throughout the world.

This past week brought to the forefront the negative results of anger and hate. Those are human experiences, but when those feelings are unchecked, then further fueled, they become destructive. I hope we can learn from this, rather than take sides with defensive righteousness. I certainly see how my own unexamined anger hurts Larry, Alex and probably others. Once I see that I’ve hurt them, I have to consider what changes I can make so that we share joy rather than pain. It’s an ongoing process of patience and kindness…