Wonderful

Sunday and the thirty-sixth Covid blog.
There hasn’t really been anything of note this week, the days seem to be rolling into each other as we continue with this extraordinary time in all our lives.

The one thing to keep us going in Britain at present is the ‘Roadmap’ our government shared with the nation this week and the phrase ‘we will follow the data not dates’ then preceding to enlighten us with a range of multiple dates and timings, this being the beginning of our old lives again.

The magic month and date chosen is the 21st of June 2021. The day when all restrictions are lifted and we finally embrace our family and friends and our lives once more become ‘normal’ again.

The sceptic in me is doubtful that on this day life will be magically restored. Life is littered with obstacles and rarely goes exactly the way we planned and I suspect this will be much the same. This virus has a habit of changing and the vision of us dancing in the streets on this date, arm in arm with each other is probably a little further from the truth.

However, I am cautiously optimistic, that by this date things will have at least moved in the right direction and that we will be towards the end of that tunnel. Perhaps with one foot outside and that not too long after, the other foot will follow.

With this in mind, I have been thinking of all the things I want to do, much like all of us I would imagine. It is edging ever closer and although it may not happen as quickly or exactly how we would like it to, those flowers are beginning to appear.
These thoughts have certainly helped me and I think it is something we all need to keep us going.

Here are a few of mine:

Life

When this is over, I want to hug a random stranger in the street and say, isn’t this wonderful?

When this is over, I want to drink a glass of red wine with my friends and say, isn’t this wonderful?

When this is over, I want to dance like before in the mud, wearing wellies, in the sequin skirt I bought for Christmas and say, isn’t this wonderful?

When this is over, I want to take the tube to St Paul’s and feel her beating heart, and stride across the metal bridge, and listen to the sounds of life, and watch Shakespeare with a promised friend, and say, isn’t this wonderful?

When this is over, I want to share poetry in a tiny space, crowded with noise, and clinking glasses, and hope that they will say, isn’t this wonderful?

But first, before all of this, you, you my beloveds, you, my flesh and my bone, I will hold you, tightly, until we begin to heal, and finally we say

Isn’t. this. wonderful.

Joy M Louisa

Our lives really are changing and Spring is coming. The nights are lighter and signs of new beginnings are everywhere.

This pretty little sign was seen on a recent walk. We need to keep looking for the tiny flowers, to have faith and soon those buds of life will be everywhere.

Stay Strong and Safe,

Joy xxx