No Man’s Land

‘Twas one of those days I was feeling weirdly betwixt and between when I happened upon a nearby village in Cornwall I had no idea even existed. I’m one of those people who always tries to be open to signs of all sorts from the universe. But I never quite expected to see one quite as literal as this…

The sign was asking me to drive carefully through “No Man’s Land” just as I was out driving to escape another kind of “No Man’s Land” in my own head. That tricky stuck feeling I and so many others experience as we try to recover along the rather bumpy up and down road that Long Covid has become. Not to mention the wider pandemic “No Man’s Land” we’re all, of course, trying to navigate our way through.

But I laughed out loud when I saw that sign. It was as if someone had popped it there on purpose to catch my eye as I was passing. Cornwall and its cheeky sense of humour, I thought. I laughed again when I stopped and found a “No Man’s Land” village shop selling Cornish pasties “two for a pound” – but now apparently closed during this transitional time. Those poor pasties caught up in a No Man’s Land too.

I wanted to take a photo of that sign for the odd reminder it was. I then noticed afterwards what looked like a baby rainbow had appeared alongside it. The sun hitting the lens at the exact angle that makes such accidental rainbows happen. Another cheeky sign that again made me smile.

I love the idea of finding and seeking surprise rainbows in the No Man’s Land I find myself in. It’s what I’ve been trying to do every day over the last few months to keep counting my blessings. While I wait to know when I will get fully better. While I wait to know when I can return to work. And while we all wait to know what our new ‘normal’ will become. We know we cannot rush and need to take it carefully – just like the sign says.

So, while I’m driving with care through that No Man’s Land I will keep searching for those baby rainbows I like to believe can be found – if only we frame things at exactly the right angle.

I will keep seizing every good moment and drive, as I always do, with my music up loud. I will even admit I will keep singing at the top of my voice to 80’s disco tunes that bring back gorgeous memories – so I can imagine a more fully recovered future me being silly on a real dance floor once again.

And I will even keep ‘dancing’ as I drive along that road, shimmying my shoulders just enough to confuse and amuse the person in front so they’re either startled or smiling at the sight of such strange joy in their rear view mirror.

Yes, I will certainly grab any rainbow moment I can find until one day I finally leave that No Man’s Land behind and speed on to whatever lies ahead. And, when I do, I might even return to that little village shop to eat a pasty (or two) so I can celebrate with my own cheeky wee sign to Cornwall. And, who knows, a baby rainbow might even appear alongside too…??

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.

2 replies on “No Man’s Land”

I am constantly enchanted and amazed at the talent, beauty and caring of this lovely group! Thank you for contributing! Your talent is SO appreciated! Continued healing thoughts coming your way!

Thank you so much Teresa. Yes it really is such a beautifully caring group isn’t it. Such a wonderful haven of hope during these times. Thank you for sharing it with me and showing your gorgeous appreciation. Wishing you well for 2021.

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