Phoenix in the making

I’ve been very quiet on my blogosphere and today, for the first time in what feels like forever, I found something that I want to share with you

Over the last couple of days, I have felt the weight of Covid-19 crushing me. The sorrow it brought to all the families destroyed by the death of a loved one leaves me unable to laugh at jokes. The hopelessness of business, big and small, forced to shut their doors and lay off staff. Not knowing what’s going to happen with my own work situation, having been on unpaid leave since the lockdown started. The hunger. The pain. Everything. The gravity of the virus pulls at my heart and mind and spirit, like black tar slowly seeping into every fiber of my being and drags me into a dark pit of despair until I find myself unable to see light at the end of the tunnel

But then, and I thank God for “but then”, I found this image and I was reminded of my ideals, hopes, wishes, and vision for 2020 and I see that little spark in a long dark tunnel and I know, everything will be OK and if it’s not OK, it’s not over! Like a Phoenix in the ashes, we will rise from this. We will look back at 2020 and whether it will be known as the year to break us or the year to make us, is in our hands.

I don’t know who Leslie Dwight is or where to credit him/her, but Leslie deserves my gratitude for days and months to come