I’m in a risk of death from corona virus category. I read an internet post last night that said mostly old people were dying of it but that was ok because they were all conservative voters anyway. The gist seemed to be that getting rid of the old people would create a better world. Being an old hippy who has voted Green since the 1980s and was involved in many radical social and political movements since the 1970s I disagreed with the writer. I must be getting old and cranky for I disagree with a lot of what’s being said these days.
Self isolating is something I’ve been choosing to do for quite some time now. It suits me fine. I find it amusing that society is finally applauding my hermit tendencies.
At home I write, I journal, I make handmade books. Some books are light and breezy. Some are places were I contemplate life’s more complicated moments –
I make bread.
I make handmade objects that have personal meaning for me.
I spend a lot of time in nature. There I walk, look at the plants, birds, waterways and sky. I take photos that I sometimes post online.
I keep in touch with family via the phone and internet but lately I’m finding it easier to keep out of touch with much of the news and social media. After all, the main message they’re telling me at present is that I am at risk of dying. Gee whizz – do they honestly think I didn’t think of that before? I did ‘The Swedish Art of Death Clearing’ last year. My affairs are in order. I already know I will die one day. I don’t need to read it every time I go online.
This past week I have been going back and re-reading a journal I made a couple of years ago about the Buddhist concept of impermanence and the Japanese haiku tradition of writing a death poem.
Here’s one I wrote earlier (a few years back when I was into haiku).
Oh… and I wash my hands.
Post written in response to https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/03/12/reenas-exploration-challenge-126/ – Isolation