Honestly, after I got through the initial anxiety and surreal change of social rules, I am finding some wonderful side effects. I am only referencing dealing with self isolation. There is nothing wonderful about people being ill and dying, but in the midst of this there are beautiful moments. At 7 pm each night, we all step out of our homes and bang pots and pans. 7pm is shift change for nurses and this is our way of applauding and saying thank you. Neighbours are ask each other how they are doing, offering what others lack and offering to pick up needed groceries. People are home enough that we can greet each other from our balconies. Someone needed yeast and the next day a loaf of bread arrived on my doorstep.
I love to read, and I am getting back to writing fiction. I have spent more intentional time in my kitchen and I have time to really dig through what I have and try new recipes. Friends are connecting more and I've been contacted by people from around the world, including people where the relationships had ended. Friends have time to Skype or chat. We are all united.
One of the best things for me, since I have health issues, is that I don't have to miss church. If I am not feeling well I can sit at the computer, in my pyjamas and still participate. If I miss part of it, it is online. I can sing along and stay in safety.
People are not being distracted to death. There is time to be quiet and aware. There is more time to be with God and to really listen. I feel a burgeoning sense of hope, of living a real life. It is hard to explain but being home feels good. In the midst of the storm I am sheltered and so very grateful. I may have lost all of my income but God is faithful at every turn. For this moment I have my daily bread and it is good. Bored? No. I've never been so alive. Thank you Lord.