Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on now.
I was talking to a friend about how we all have been giving it all that we're got for years. We all push ourselves for tomorrow, next week, next month, next vacation, next weekend, next year. We all push and push. We all take on too much. We all do. We all keep going.
But now, it all stopped. Now, the world got really quiet. Now, this is all we have. We have right now. So, what can we do with it? What can we make of it? How can we survive it?
There are those that will still only think of tomorrow because how can you not? How can we not worry about what is all going to keep coming at us?
There are those that go through the roller-coaster of emotions, being fine, being good, being heartbroken, being worried, being insane, being hard on ourselves, being grateful.
But, if you can, as an entire community, we will never ever have an opportunity to sit in today, be here and now.
So now, I'm trying to keep some amount of normalcy.
Now, I am sleeping in a lot more.
Now, I have loosened my grip on my lists.
Now, I have loosened my grip all together.
Now, I'm taking a ton of walks.
Now, I miss my framily.
Now, I am finding ways to stay connected to those I love.
Now, I get to watch you learn, like I did your very first year of life.
Now, real family comes together. Real family offers support and love. Real family reaches out. Real family shows up.
Now, I go to bed later, now, the exhaustion is different.
Now, my brain is starting to get clearer, things are less fuzzy.
Now, anxiety comes in waves so I have to practice not thinking too far ahead.
Now, I find humor.
Now, I listen to a lot of chewing, a lot of gulping, a lot of talking, a lot and lot and lot of talking!
Now, I light a lot more candles.
Now, our house is messy and weird.
Now, we watch so much TV I freaking love it!
Now, the puppy is in heaven.
Now, the kids really turn to our traditions, to find their own normalcy.
Now, I get to watch in real life the sentence "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" come to life.
The times were best, the times were worst,
but where the heck's today?
It seems that all the world's been cursed,
and there is hell to pay.
How can all this bumpf be real;
is it dinkie-di?
Did the devil get to deal
a hand to make our faith a lie?
But there's a place on up the blue,
loud laughter and good cheer,
and cobber, there I'll wait for you
and shout a round of beer,
and then we'll watch the Lord once dead
dance with a lampshade on His head.
I hope you're saving all these sonnets, Andrew, and will someday publish them in a book.