Today I was on tender hooks waiting for the news as to whether we could emerge from lockdown into phase 1. I have been very good in adhering to restrictions, a result of a catholic education in a boarding school but also because it's the only way that nursing homes will be able to allow visitors again.
I had a phone call with Mam during the week. To listen to her crying and saying
"I'm doing my very best"
would break your heart.
I swear if I see anyone flouting the rules because "they're bored" or because "It's their right", I will swing for them....and I've never been violent in my life, but I'm at breaking point.
So today's message that we are ready to enter phase 1 was the happiest moment of the year...so far. To think that the idea of meeting 3 of my friends at a 2m distance could fill me with unmeasurable joy. Last year I was only happy when I was planning to attend a big social gathering. Talk about getting a bit of perspective.
The phrase that has stuck in my mind is
"This is a cause for hope, not for celebration".
I just hope people have enough empathy, or just plain fuckin' cop on, to not treat this as being the end of lockdown. It's only a baby step and no one wants to go back to lockdown.
This piece really sums it up. I don't know who the author is, but I think it's perfect for our situation.
Keep safe and still stay at home unless it's really necessary.
”One day, a small opening appeared in a cocoon; a man sat and watched for the butterfly for
several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Then, it seemed to stop
making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could not go any
So the man decided
to help the butterfly: He took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body, it was tiny and
The man continued to watch because he expected that, at any moment, the wings
enlarge and expand, to be able to support the butterfly’s body, and become firm.
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and his goodwill did not understand was that the
and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening,
were God’s way of
forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would
be ready for flight once it
achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
Don't force it! It needs time.