Meanderings on writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and life
On Today’s Walk: All Shall Be Pandemic
All shall be pandemic, and all shall be pandemic and all manner of things shall be pandemic.
A friend recently asked on Facebook, “What did we even think about before COVID-19?” What indeed? I’m trying to remember. Baseball, I guess.
I’m doing an okay job most days keeping my equilibrium, but it’s impossible not to ruminate on coronavirus when it’s influencing every facet of life. All shall be pandemic, and all shall be pandemic and all manner of things shall be pandemic. That’s how it feels at times. Anything and everything I encounter is now viewed in the context of one particular disease, even when I get a long walk on a very nice morning.
I mean… Normally, I would pick up trash, but hard pass this time.I don’t play the lottery, but it’s when times are most uncertain that I’m tempted to. Someone didn’t win.
There’s something more dangerous than climbing. I feel bad for families with young children who don’t have yards.
But it’s not all complete despair. This is part of a mural along the MKT Trail.
I will try to remember this.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” — Julian of Norwich.
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
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