We Are Social Creatures.

Reading through Facebook, WordPress and private posts, I am coming to the conclusion that the ‘cure’ may be way worse than the disease. Self-isolation, being socially distant, and sheltering where we live is killing us, if not physically then emotionally. Everybody needs a hug to survive. Why did it take a pandemic to realize this?

I was surprised to see that one of my old poems was viewed twice today, and then I understood why: Holding You Close has become our (collective) latest desire.

Well, here’s the thing: our hearts have an infinite capacity to love. We are so used to looking after Number One, that we exclude most everyone else from our thoughts and our prayers. Suddenly, everything and everyone we care about is at risk, including that strange person living next door, and that weird cat woman down the street. We need to care about them, too.

But we forget that the heart is the centre of the Universe.

All roads do not lead to Rome, they lead to Home.

If we go within, to the Heart of the Problem, we will see that we are not alone, and never were. I wrote about that idea here. Opening up to spiritual guidance will help get us through this crisis.

Now, on the theme of the Three Dog Night song, I’m letting them have the last cathartic word: