Prophet and Loss

Day 7

Its another sunny day but the clouds have been gathering over the last 48 hours — no, literally. And we’ve lost an hour. It disappeared in front of my very eyes last night as I was on my MacBook at 1:01 and suddenly it was 2:01. Naively I questioned where the hour had gone assuming it was down to bingeing on social media. They talk about us shredding the virus like it was a defoliation and it is very much like that. We leave our skin everywhere like vapour trails.

As we come into the season where we normally celebrate new life and new beginnings and sense that we are emerging from a season of austerity and isolation it seems like everything is going in reverse. The reserves are diminishing while the demands are increasing so its inevitable that the longer we shed and shred the wider the gap will grow. The tragedy in all this is that had we prepared better and earlier this would have been a challenge rather than the disaster it could well become.

We are accustomed to loss and we embrace it stoically. Sometimes circumstances steal from us leaving a void where our hopes and dreams used to be and yet this is still part of the warp and weft of our lives. These things bring us closer together as we share a common grief, close family being significant because it owns the pain.

In contrast we now face a common challenge that is not familial but impacts us as a society where the bonds are weaker yet we have come together magnificently with the inevitable outliers. We are now digging deep into our mental…