Past-Present-Future (+), Voyage of Discovery
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Many thanks to those readers who have sent emails expressing the hope that I will be feeling better soon.
Like so many people around the world - of all socio-political-religious persuasions - I can but do my best to rise the daily battles imposed by the scarily fast moving Covid-19 variant, and suspect it is much the same for most, if not all of us, in the sense that it remains a case of our winning one here, losing another thereā¦
Yesterday, I had to use public transport (London Underground) for further treatment for an obstinate ear infection. I then had to go to the building next door for a PSA test prior to a telephone appointment with my prostate cancer consultant next week. Today, I will venture out again (locally this time) for my first Covid-19 vaccination. (I checked with Oncology staff first that it was ok to have the two within 24 hours of each other.)
So, hopefully, I will soon start to feel at least more positive about everyday life than during the same period than I am right now; public transport can be so scary at the moment all the while a significant number of people still do not wear their masks properly.
I will let you know tomorrow how I get on with having the vaccination this afternoon, although I am not worried about having it, only a little concerned that Government here has chosen to ignore WHO advice regarding the spacing out of both jabs.
Take care, be safe, and let's all keep looking on the bright(er) side of life...whatever.
Hugs,
Roger
PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE (+), VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY
Yesterday
I thought
I
caught a scent of spring in the air,
a
sense of new beginnings
and
starting over, no more running
for
cover
from
a coronavirus wreaking chaos
and
pain to households
across
the world left struggling to survive
against
uncertain odds
Today,
I looked out
upon
on a bleak, wintry landscape.
and
all but cursed
an
imagination promising kinder days,
as
if mind-body-spirit
ever
stood a chance of beating any odds
till
a posthumous consciousness awoke in me
a
native stubbornness
Memories,
flooding back
images
of loved ones, past and present,
fighting
odds,
(winning,
losing, passing on the poetry
of
love evergreen)
in
such shades of hope and Peace on Earth
as
humanity dreams,
even
as it seems to be drifting beyond the reach
of
everyday timelines
Ah,
but an eternal springtime
of
the heart is one whose wintry seasons
are
but uninvited guests
passing
through, no welcome extended
nor
invitation
to
linger longer than nature intends, humanity
assuming
centre-stage
for
its Here-and-Now, a place long since reserved
in
living Memory
Wherever
the human heart passes on its humanity,
discover
the in-depth meaning of eternity
Copyright
R. N. Taber, 2021
Labels: coronavirus, Covid-19, global consciousness, hope, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, society, survival
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