Remember when we were horrified the death toll was nearing 100,000?
Hold onto some of that horror. Nothing should feel normal right now. The hospitals are getting full again. The medical staff are still running, as they have been since March. Only now they're tired. They're getting sick. They're dying, too. What happens when there aren't enough staff to care for the ill? Will we prioritize it then?
Be vigilant. Stay safe. Mask up when you have to go out. Be mindful of everything you touch. Wash your hands. Wash your masks. Stay home as much as you can.
[And be understanding of your possible privilege vs. other people's limitations. Staying home isn't easy for everyone. For example, the poorest of our people are the ones who work those drive-thru windows people are counting on right now. That one stimulus check has been long gone and bills are still due.]
Neighbors on both sides of us have all contracted COVID-19 because they have to work essential service jobs.
We can see another side coming. The doctors, nurses, and teachers I know are starting to get their first vaccine shot. We can see the other side we just have to survive the in-between. More and more people will have access to the vaccines after the essential workers get them. We have made it this far. We can be a bit more patient yet.
We have to be. Our ancestors are asking it of us.
I continue to pray that this does not get worse. Our numbers were
so much better than I expected them to be this summer but they have been
climbing again since the holiday season started. I get the Want involved with
seeing family. I get why it felt more important this year. There have been
years I have had to miss a holiday with my family for work reasons. It did not
feel as much of a loss then as it felt this year. I get it. My family had a
health scare this summer. It hurt not to see them.
But I know three people who were not allowed to be with a parent
when they died this year because of the necessary COVID-19 protocols. That is a
sacrifice they were forced to make. So, a quiet holiday at home? I can do that.
I can do that for them. What my community Needs of me outweighs what I need or
want.
The basic news still applies. Wear a mask. Wash your hands. Six
feet apart. Isolate.
Don’t try to pretend things are normal.
I check the total dead each day. I have a list of numbers. Every night at midnight I light my ancestor altar. I call on those who weathered plagues and mysterious illnesses that swept through villages and cities. I call on my foremothers and fathers who lost loved ones, and those who lost their own lives in such times. I ask them to guide the dead. I ask them to watch over the living. I ask them to wrap the world in some measure of peace.
And I chant the number of souls who died that day. I chant it seven times. I wish them ease. I wish them peace. I sometimes cry for their families, for the ones who died alone. Especially for the ones who died alone. Viruses don;t care about human need. I try to remember that.
It's a simple ritual. It keeps me mindful of what is happening outside of my own isolation.
In December, we lost
seventy-one thousand eight-hundred and forty-three Americans.
71,843
That's near the total
population of the city of Mt. Vernon, NY in 2010.
Since the rise of the pandemic 360,737
Americans have died of it.
Over 300,000 Americans have
died and we are very near to 400,000.
Light a candle. Say a prayer. Wear a mask. Wash
your hands. Stay six feet apart. We can do this. May we all come out
the other side.
[Statistics gathered from this W.H.O. website. They
have changed as the numbers have come in, so there is some wiggle room around
the exact number.]
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A
Contemplative Poem for the Month
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished home left ajar.
~Margaret Atwood
