From stay at home to stay alert. As our world changes slightly, the frustration in people grows and tempers flare. It’s the start of my 8th week in lock down. Limited contact, limited freedom, and extra time. Of course I find myself bored, I read peoples frustration and anger at reported mistakes and acts of ineptness carried out by people we have chosen to lead us.
I hear comments like “I can do a better job”, “Why don’t they do this” and “They should have done this earlier…” As the death toll passes 32,000 people across the UK, and I can understand the anger, hear the pain and sometimes feel the frustration as I watch these people in charge apparently flounder and fluster. The reality is I can’t do any better, I don’t know any better and I feel scared and frightened in this uncertainty because I have to put my faith in people that are dealing with this each day and I imagine they must wake up in the morning, just as scared and frightened and as unsure as I am.
Unless people have been touched by covid-19, I imagine it is so difficult to understand the true impact this has on people, 32,000 people have died in the UK, when you look at the R rating in relation to how many people have been affected by each death, the rate of people increases astronomically, mixed with the amount of people affected by people who have contracted covid-19 and survived, yet still experienced the fear, dread and anxiety and the numbers become unfathomable. I friend of mine told me a family member is currently being treated for covid-19. I cannot imagine the worry and anxiety and the frustration they are experiencing, and my feelings of frustration of how to support, give them a hug, or offer them words of encouragement seem moot in the face of the overwhelming figures we hear.
This happens in the same week as we celebrated VE day on Friday. 75 years since peace was declared at the end of the second world war. At the time, celebration were huge. Street parties and dancing. 75 years later, on a more somber day, we marked this by sitting out on the front, having a picnic, as did other neighbours. It was not the way we would have marked this day, and yet, amid this crisis, this incredible moment in time. We still made time to put up bunting, sit out with neighbours, the sounds of Vera Lynn playing from gardens, gave an air of nostalgia and an opportunity to pause, reflect and be thankful. A parallel for our current time as we have been encouraged to pause, reflect, and to be thankful
As we go through this event, and begin to wonder whether anything will be the same again, I find myself strangely comforted by this enforced physical distancing, there’s a part of me that has become accustomed to this new way, and although the restrictions are being lifted with more opportunity to exercise, go further afield, go fishing! I find myself wondering if I should hold off, not rush, and savor some of these new freedom, however hold onto the joys I’ve found in exploring my local space in more detail.
We still have a long journey to walk and seem to spend so much time looking at the summit of the mountain, that we forget to look down at our feet that takes each step, slowly, and one at a time.
Please Take Care, and pause, reflect and be thankful.
Sincerely Yours, Paul