So much water under the bridge since my last post…
Gainful employment hampered regular posts but that is now interrupted by an epidemic. I had also vowed to myself to limit political commentary, particularly as it involves Trump. Finally, there is something more dominating I’m sorry to say.
In place of public sparing, I’ll ramble here a moment and hopefully, that will be or inspire the impetus to continue with something above the fray.
My truer state is not in politics but more in nature, spirituality, and art. Suddenly, many of us are cloistered during the epidemic and this finally allows us some impetus to live out our internal livelihood. Certainly, we’re looking at the possibility that all that was even just a few days ago may never be the same again. I do like looking into the future, an impulse I take to be spiritual in nature. I’m sure the vast majority of people even this early on, hope for a return to ‘life as they knew it’. My gut feeling is that it is already gone. It is not just an epidemic, it’s also the other shoe somewhere around the corner in the yet to be revealed narrative. That is often the case. During the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, who could’ve predicted also the great depression? And after that another war? I don’t foresee that pattern unfolding again, but I do detect a continental shift in who will either seize or end up holding power in the ashes of our present hardship. Hint, it probably will not be those we deemed winners last week, and it will certainly be much deeper than an election. I’m at an age where I cannot wring my hands over any of that except to hope that whatever endures, that it will include some shred of what we’ve known as freedoms and some basis for the civil care of those that need it. For this I have hope.