Quarantine. Such a bizarre word for the way in which we are now living. I’m glad I’m with these two. I can’t imagine being locked in with people who are at odds with each other. What I can imagine is how chaotic and hateful and hectic and stressful and scary it’s getting for some. And then there are those who are truly alone. Those who have lost their people, who never had any to begin with, whose people have grown and flown and started their own. How are all the empty nesters? The singles? The never marrieds, the divorced, widowed, parentless, childless, friendless, homeless? How are we all doing?
When this is all over, how will we count the cost? In lives taken, in moments forgotten, in memories unmade, in hopes dashed, in days swept away by panic, fear and confusion? Or will we know we saved lives, we forged deeper bonds, we spread hope, we sacrificed time, money and convenience for one another? Will we come together again stronger, wiser, more determined and more grateful? Will we love more deeply, forgive more freely and share more readily? Will we remember the lessons we are all learning?
What we feed, grows. Sow love, grow hope.