Lockdown Day 53

Saturday. Day 53 living alone in the lockdown here in Cornwall. Missing real world contact more than ever. I see through my window my lovely neighbour peeking over the back fence to ask if I’m okay. She tells me about her wild pesto recipe and how she’s overdone the garlic. We laugh that social distancing means no one will notice the smell on her breath now anyway.

She’s a key worker in the local village primary school. So caring. In the next sentence she says her husband has developed a cough and is feeling unwell. She’s worried and has booked them both in for a covid19 test tomorrow just to check. She hasn’t been sleeping.

That undercurrent of worry is always there in anyone I talk to. Like an unwelcome guest nobody can quite get rid of. We almost forget to acknowledge it’s even there. Gnawing away. We’re all so busy finding ways to forget. Because we need to.

I hear the incessant hum of the honey bees back on my clematis plant now the sun has come out. I feel lulled and soothed as I watch them casting shadows on the pink petals as they hover on the fragrant blossom that separates me from the neighbour on my back deck.

The doorbell goes. The postman delivers a book someone on here recommended. A book about clouds. Those clouds who have somehow become my close companions during this time. And, as I lie back on my sun lounger to begin on the first page, I notice the sky starts to show off as if to test my knowledge before I’ve even begun.

I look upward, getting lost in the sheer poetry of this everyday celestial display. And, suddenly, the virus feels a million miles away…

Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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