My little home school needs a Spring break for a day. It is one of these days where everything I do becomes totally different from the point where I began.
My head feels strangely puffy, I´m restless and lack mental energy, and the news stream will have to wait for me today. I´m pretty moody, and it´s only eleven o´clock in the morning.
I get by with the aid from music in different genres and with writing as my refuge. Perhaps I can regain enough energy to play with the kids later today.
After a hot bath and a fresh brewed cup of coffee, everything usually feels better, so that´s my plan for this morning when I have written my hands warm again.
One of these days, things will grow worse, the numbers of casualties will rise, and we will have to be strong and continue to keep being together, only apart.
I do what I´m told to do. I do my best to stay sane and safe at a time, where the present moment is bliss, and the future is scary and full of possible scenarios that easily can go terribly wrong.
But I don´t like this at all. And I don´t know how to tell my Self that this will be over some day, somehow. Just don´t know when.
It is the uncertainty of so scary many elements that have to play in tune to be effective. It is the common burden of tragic losses. And the worst part is that it grew so big due to humans and our so egoistical approach to everything all the time.
We just can´t help trying to play a game that is for gods and goddesses only to try to win.
We want to know it all, possess it all, and control it all. And so we chase our own tails in the dance around the golden calf.
One of these days, as -Mother Earth is awakening, we will see the major consequences of this crisis, live on TV, from our homes, and I will bow my head and cry my heart out.
I get sad when I see and hear about people who cannot or, worse, will not respect the new standards of living in a modern society.
It brings out both the best and the worst in people. The best I nourish my mind and soul with. The worst I condemn in the strongest possible way. And they have already begun bringing people to justice in my country, Denmark.
This blog is becoming my window to the world. For many years, I have been on a quest for practical solitude in a still more stressed and exhausted world.
Now, I have another kind of solitude. Now, I need to break the inner silence and speak from the bottom of my heart. Now, I call shame on people who steal necessary protection from those who need it desperately. To be able to help and to be able to live.
Or on those whose behavior during such a tragic moment for humankind is wrong in every meaning of the word. Like driving like crazy, spitting on police officers, and abusing the situation to trick or threaten people.
They are seen and heard, welcome on the front page. No fun in that, and the Oscar doesn´t go to idiots and bad people for a reason.
One of these days, however, it will also be better in some ways, just don´t know where, how, and when.
It is the when that is hard to stay in pole position for. I´m waiting for the re-opening of society. Too soon is dangerous. Too late is dangerous. I´m happy that I´m only me and that I don´t have to make the decisions here.
We have a good Prime Minister. And most people in my country work together with the authorities to conquer the Corona virus.
So we are safe here. I´m grateful that I live in Denmark. But it saddens my heart deeply when I watch the world fight for life. I lit my healing candle as often as possible.
One of these days, it will all be over again. But nothing will ever be the same as before. May the world use its potential well for the greater good rather than egoistical reasons.
One of these days, please, dear Universe. So mote it be.
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