Two Months Off
It’s been a couple of months since I last visited this space. My original intention was to write every week, or at least two weeks. Intention and reality are often two separate things, however. The good news: we’ve been in school for two months, and haven’t all died in a fiery Coronapocalypse. The bad news: pandemic season is still in full swing.
Our reactions to life are often reflections of inner hopes and aspirations. For all of our societal rhetoric about living in the moment, embracing the now, and such, we are still just marking time waiting for COVID to go away. I often find myself listening to conversations about life before coronavirus, or viewing articles about how things will never be the same again.
What is our relationship between life and reality? What is real, if not acceptance of the ground upon which we stand? The spirit of our time both tests our faith and exposes it as self-centered clinging, scheming, plans of a limited imagination. Neither science nor religion will save us from crushing denial.
If we mourn the passing of a less distant world, perhaps it is because we’ve come to realize the foundations of our monumental self concern. If we indulge in a pre-and-post COVID dichotomy, we should admit that there were a good number of us who wished for deliverance from that existence most ordinary. Yet when it arrived, what then? We greeted our current situation as an unwelcome guest. When the COVID era passes, will we return to our previous life, hoping for its forgiveness? To look upon that world with fresh eyes invites the realization that we weren’t so well off with this unexamined tale.
I am not separate from you, dear reader. I have no special knowledge, much less a medicine for the secret burden we carry. Yet each moment is an opportunity to embrace this beautiful disarray. More and less, abundance and lack must become irrelevant. Until then, we are prisoners of circumstance.