Today I come to you yet again dear sisters ,to share my pain .It has been unbearable for me to stay safe in Covid..
Those who personally know me , know that I am extremely emotional and open .Also I thrive on hugs..
For every pain inflicted ,a hug always healed me .I also make sure that every person who is hurting gets to know my hug ..A scraped knee or a broken heart has been healed ,often .
Sure it seems funny ,but research by my son ( he hated
hugs once) told me that it releases serotonin and our mood does lift from anxiety and stress to happiness ..
Due to Covid I was limited to zoom calls or visits from afar ...I adjusted to that ..
Now when our last line of defence,our doctors and nurses are falling like nine pins ,we non essential workers are remaining to cook and deliver food ..
Through the ages ,I heard stories of how putting a hand on the head ,and sitting talking at night heals and helps a patient..
When I am cooking food ,love and good thoughts goes in .I feel happy doing that ..
When delivering is the problem .
I cannot see the person who picks up my food ,can't comment on the contents ,chat about the day ..And this is affecting me finally ..
The sealed boxes of food I have to drop outside houses and just leave ,is so not me . ...
What is the point really of staying alive in this shackled world?
We humans created this cage of disease and destruction and now we are shackled into it ..
And many like me are drying slowly and dying inside ..And somehow the happiness I carry always without reason is going away ..
How do I get a world as before ..
How do I share the pain by giving hugs ?
How do I survive 2021?