Quarantined for what seems like a lifetime. My mind has gone. My body has slipped into senior's mode, Can't find my memory. Like a caterpillar in a cocoon., I am morphing into goo. Dare I hope to awake a winged entity?
The best I can do is tell myself that this moment in my life is akin to an earthbound caterpillar, who safe within his cocoon unconsciously awaits his next life, a winged butterfly, about to fly off into "the true blue dream of sky." (Yeats).
I am alive, content within my small world of loving wife and dear friends. And yet I struggle. My inner source who once gave me meaning and guidance seems to have abandon me and the outer world with its chaos and dysfunction seems to have taken over my life? How to come to terms
Put a candle in the window. Watch people walk by and pause and then continue on their way. Felt inspired and wrote Love In The Time of Croornavirus. Red more at
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