Blog,  Non-fiction

Random Thoughts

I know I say I am doing well and

In comparison to most that is true

But there are thoughts ringing in my head that never

Were there before.

Thoughts of suffering and change around the world.

In Bangladesh cancelled clothing orders have snatched meals from women and families.

Elderly musicians in Louisiana and North Carolina keep singing and playing without any income.

Even with a modest income I am privileged.

I try to divide up my pie to help the hungry here and far away, but it is never enough.

I don’t sulk, but reflect on what it is to live alone. I thought I was fine with this until now when I realize that I will die alone.

Perhaps it is too late to run out and find a partner and I am not so easy to live with, but for now I imagine curling up in the arms of someone besides my cat — Little Bea — and gently falling asleep. 

During these times, I have learned how interdependent we are. We must try harder to take better care of each other. We must try to give as much as we receive.

(top photo: more than 150,000 flamingos flock to Mumbai, India during the pandemic.)

(How Can I Keep from Singing written by Roma Ryan for Enya, sung by the Grace Chorale, Brooklyn)
Thank you for this lovely piece.

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