Feeling the love

People need others in their lives. They need contact and community. That's one reason this lockdown has been so hard for so many. 

For seniors it has cut them off from their visitors. For children they haven't been able to just "go outside and play with their friends". But for many of those with chronic illnesses their lack of contact and connection with others in person hasn’t changed at all. They are the “millions missing”. I’m very grateful not to be included in that group.

I may be missing from work and from the earning economy. But I’m not missing out in life and love.

I often think what it would be like to be in quarantine all alone, or in a small apartment without nature around me. To not have a partner of any kind to comfort me in times of stress. Or the reward that comes with being there mentally and emotionally for others that you love.

But I do have these things and more. I have a son who loves me enough to keep away from his girlfriend during this risky time. I have a mother to cook delicious meals, buy me every kind of face mask to try and keep me safe and comfortable and cool, comfortable clothes to ease the heat.

Everywhere I look in my house I feel love. I remember trips we took, or fun moments captures in photos hung gallery style in every nook and cranny. I see flowers and veggies growing so fast they seem magical that we planted. I’m literally surrounded by love. And that makes me feel like one of the very fortunate few.