I once knew someone who kept a stack of poetry books in the bathroom – a busy man, when nature called, he would use the time to nourish his soul with the Magical Gift of Poetry, succinct, easily digestible, and sometimes in a moment, Life-altering. It always impressed me how poets – all writers really — could rearrange those same 26 letters of the alphabet over and over and over again to make us feel such a range of emotions.
A little over a year ago, we were all buzzing about.
We’d probably begun to hear about some virus, and at least in New York, we had survived SARS and MERS, and perhaps we’d seen some Folks from Asian countries on airplanes wearing surgical masks and thought something might be going on that affected people far, far away…
Most of us had no idea what was about to happen, or the scope of the journey upon which we had already embarked.
The Great World Shift had begun – we just hadn’t reacted to it yet or taken it seriously.
And here we are now over a year in, still wondering what we can do.
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