Friday, April 24, 2020

A Short Story on the Aftermath of Covid-19



Darwin once postulated ours would be a race for the survival of the fittest. It was early February 2020 when I told my husband that I felt Covid-19 was a survival of the smartest, as well as the brave souls who cared for the ill. Those who heeded warnings, took precautions, sheltered in their homes, kept their families close and healthy, cleaned their groceries like you would sterilize an operating room, sneezed and coughed in your elbow, washed your hands thoroughly as if you were a surgeon going to replace the heart of your child, rested when they had the sniffles, or rested when you were simply tired, they would survive this pandemic of epic proportions. 

I personally took naps for the first time in my 48 years on the planet. I didn’t go for a run because I have asthma. I stopped getting a massage. I stopped going shopping for needless material items. We bought only what our little family needed online. Purchased only the essentials so that others would be able to meet their needs. We ran out of toilet paper, we became creative in our wiping process. #covid19hacks #covid19bidet. 

My young daughter realized that once upon a time humans did not have toilet paper. She learned about other luxuries which she thought were essential and realized they were not. 

Love of one another. Love for fellow human beings. Love for animals. Love for bees and flowers. This was essential. 

Covid 19 did exactly what we thought it would do - it wiped out half of the population. It is now February 2022, world population a year ago topped at 3.1 billion. Today there are 4.8 billion – the Covid Baby Boom was inevitable when families were sheltering in their homes, almost all huddled together in the world produced another child. 

Covid-19 brought humans to their knees financially yet the aftermath of families sheltering together brought them more love than money could ever buy. Around the world families cooked together, gardened, threw their dog a ball, took care of their neighbors while keeping 10 + feet away, had neighborhood driveway BBQ parties, waved to people walking on the other side of the street, gave people space, learned to live in silence, to bake artisan bread, to be creative. Humans zoomed while they meditated, did yoga, read books, cleaned and so much more. Children's creativity skyrocketed. My daughter and a friend created the GREAT ESCAPE ZOOM RACE: who will clean their room the fastest?  Writers wrote novels. We had zoom dinner parties with family and friends around the world. We made new friends. A year in, everyone only bought local; local was all we had. Humans rediscovered new careers, supported one another. Money was no longer needed, we bartered, we survived. We felt for our fellow humans like never before in the existence of life as we knew it.

We had our geniuses back. Tech (and children) began using their 3D printers to make masks, protective gear and manufacturers the world over made gloves for billions of humans.  Every human, every animal, every mammal was exposed to Covid-19. It quickly became a cyclical pandemic as half the earth went into winter, the other half of the globe came out of their homes, only to see Covid-19 return to them the following season. 

Of course we found a vaccine which was not a cure. Unlike the flu, Covid-19 had seven deadly strains that few could have ever foreseen. Some had warned us. Did we listen?

One of the better disruptions to come out of the horrific pandemic of 2019 was the disruption of traditional schooling that had needed a change since the 1940s! Innovative, forward thinking humans, educators, parents, children, and countless others realized decades ago change was needed on a global scale. 2020 was first time Education as we knew it was forced to deal with change.  Some innovative thinkers thought outside the box we were contained within and broke free. We created a system that integrated the very best ways in which children learn – when they explore for themselves – when they use their own brain – when they are asked intriguing questions which they can choose to solve – when children are trusted with their own collaborative efforts to lead themselves in their learning. Teachers should not teach, they should guide when guidance is asked for by the learners. In this day and age we know that not one person knows everything thus why should they be capable of teaching others? The innovative realized it was a broken global school system yet piecing together the best strategies from the globe could create a new way of global diverse inquiry based student led learning that was free and accessible for all. The Gates Foundation had put lap tops in the hands of every child aged three plus and Elon Musks’ satellites which litter the night sky has given free internet to every crevice of the globe.

I like to believe that when humans first walked the earth, they helped one another. Our species, in order to have survived definitely needed the fittest. We also needed the smartest. The myth that we only use 10% of our brain, is just that, a myth. It still has never been scientifically proven since we currently know so little about the human brain. I call on humans to use their brains and talk to your family, zoom with your friends, come up with solutions on how we may all help one another. I believe our continued survival depends on this.

What I also know is that humans will stay on our planet earth for as long as we can all be one species, one race who takes care of one another, not merely our local neighbors but those we do not know, those we cannot communicate with, those who are not like us. They are the humans we must become friends with if we as a species wish to survive. No borders, no races, just humans on earth. This is not only a lesson I have known about peace, it is a lesson I have learned about survival. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

A little shock therapy...

I now know what the feeling must be like when one is shocked by say, lightening.  Although for me it was central only to my left shoulder, trap, rhomboid, tricep, down the arm, through the hand, digits, and out the tips of my fingers, nonetheless, it was wild.  There was a definite "oh shit" moment when the cervical epidural needle hit my nerve yet, when the electricity ceased (and the pain subsided) it was actually somewhat cool. 

The doc used the epidural to inject a steroid (a rather warming sensation ran through) into my c6 and c7 which are being lambasted at the moment with treatments all in an effort to avoid what seems the inevitable; surgery. 

Use of the word inevitable is not negatively thought of in my circumstance because, if in fact the surgery will stop my growing neck, shoulder, arm, nerve pain - then I welcome it.  My optimistic plan, finish my novel during the forced recovery time.  Stay tuned...

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Dualism


I stumbled across this quote today:


"Dreams are renewable. No matter what your age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within you and new beauty waiting to be born."-Dale E Turner

Then, author Anne Lamont's words rang in my ear...and go something like this: When I'm eighty I'm not going to give a damn if I can fit into my jeans, I'm going to hope I'm sitting among the books I've written and can smile about all I've done.

I've missed my writing studio...I've been cycling a lot (even a little too much) however, sitting, blogging, being in this space, it's just lovely.  It's a warm cozy place where I'm surrounded by books I have read, wish to re-read, and have begun to write again.  As it grows colder outside, the bike beckons me less and the warmth of my writing space calls.  There just does not seem time enough for everything I love...
 
-L


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

To Blog or not to Blog?

Welcome -

Honestly, this is a little scary.  I write in private.  Most, if not all, of my writing has been thus far - for me.
In real life, I am a gregarious and extremely outspoken person.  However, my writing life evokes my hermit-able (I hope I made that up) side, the side of my soul that longs for solitude.  I begin this blog in hopes of bringing my separate lives together.

In fact, for months I have tried to come up with a fitting blog name.  My original idea was "To Blog or not to Blog?" Then, "The Occasional Blogger" came to me which I figured might be more appropriate since I'm not certain how often I will blog - if I will blog at all - or if I will have anyone following my blog? 

After pondering over the juxtaposition of privacy and blogging, The Private Blogger was born.   

Now off to vote I go...

-L