The Ramblings of a Redhead

I close my eyes and let the warm sunlight hit my eyelids. The warm red I see glowing through my eyelids is a familiar one. I feel the warmth from my coffee mug in my hands, and smell the comforting aroma of my favorite coffee drifting up to my nose.  I hear the wind as it gently rustles the trees around me. It seems that they can sense the call to stillness as strongly as I do.  As a cloud passes across the sun, the warmth fades for the moment, and I open my eyes.  There are flowers surrounding me. They open their petals as if trying to reach up to embrace the sky itself. Each individual flower bursts in an array of colors and patterns unique to each tiny petal. They seem to know where their life comes from, and they simply take root and do what they were created to do.  The light around me builds once more. The sunlight returns pulling my attention upward. I sit in silence watching the cloud that had blocked the sun pass on to destinations unknown. Yet... Here

Closed indefinitely. Social distancing. No toilet paper. Sold out. No mask no service. Sanitize everything. Stay home. Wash your hands for twenty seconds. Stay six feet apart.  We are living in a world we never dreamed we would see. We see grief. Grief over loss of normalcy. Grief over the loss of loved ones. Grief over the loss of jobs. Grief over lost opportunities. Grief over being isolated from loved ones. Grief for plans being ruined. Grief is raw. Grief is hard to bare. It gives us a glimpse into the depths of the soul, and shouldn't be rejected, but rather rejoiced in as odd as that may sound. We shouldn't rejoice in the cause of the grief, but grief itself is a powerful thing. It allows us to perceive truth and beauty in ways we may have never seen it before.  We see everyone moving about day by day wondering when and if this will ever end.   We see the best in people come out. We see museums, theatres, and attractions all streaming their content for free