April 11, 21

I ended up in the garden today. It felt good digging in the dirt, turning the soil, trimming the hedge, and cleaning the yard. It was a nice connection with the natural world. Spring has burst forth in our amazing part of the world and I was grateful to be outside breathing in the fresh mountain air.

It was another Sunday in the caronaverse. 

My honey was free of her viral foe and it was only one more day for me to stay isolated from the rest of the populace. It was a weird week and a half. At first, I was told I would be fine. Then they told me to stay home, to stay away from everyone.

Strange days indeed. Stranger still was the fact I needed to isolate longer than the person who actually had the infection.

It was just a cold… or was it the flu? In reality, it hit longer and spreads differently than any flu or cold. The effects of the infection lasted ten days and weakened her strong vibrant body, and her mind. It may have some mild impact on the strong, but it can have a lasting and devastating impact on the weak. So our health care system overreacts in the name of safety. A system that does its best to protect the vulnerable and weak.

Unfortunately, the unintended consequences of the over-reaction have had far-reaching and devastating consequences. Protests have increased and now the religious are out in the park marching for their freedom. They think God will protect them. In the end, it is our medical professionals that will do everything they can to protect them, in spite of themselves. But if they have faith in the Lord who am I to tell them not to believe. The power of the mind and the spirit is an amazing thing.

I felt overwhelmed by all the rhetoric.

That’s why it felt so good feeling the sun beat down on me as I pulled the weeds from our garden. I wish I could pull the weeds from our world as easily.

We sat in front of a warm fire connecting as the sun set on a glorious day. Little White Mountain gleamed with a snow-capped glow. The snow line has risen till it is now one of the last vestiges of frozen glory. Okanagan lake reflected the scene in a calm mirror below.

We sat and breathed in the last of the evening light. We felt satisfied with a day spent purging the chaos from our mind and our little piece of heaven on earth.