Somehow I'm finding comfort in reading about the epics of our past, and the reminder that the folks who went before us got through their own terrifying experiences. My grandmother lived through two world wars and the Great Depression, also losing a beloved brother to the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918. She was my rock -- but it's only very recently that I've given any thought to all she lived through and the anxiety and even terror she must have experienced at times.. . . the unfolding of the unforeseen was everything. Turned wrong way round, the relentless unforeseen was what we schoolchildren studied as "History," harmless history, where everything unexpected in its own time is chronicled on the page as inevitable. The terror of the unforeseen is what the science of history hides, turning a disaster into an epic.
This moment, right here right now, is for many of us our first experience of living with the terror of the "unfolding of the unseen" on such a scale. In spite of the onslaught of commentators from all sides, we can't know how it will unfold. But we know that it will pass, and in time become another chronicle on the pages of history.
My daily hope and struggle is to live with grace towards all the other terrified folks around me. It's not easy when my own fear feels so barely contained. It's helpful for me (and I'm sharing this for whomever it might also help) to remember that even though trials on this scale are new to so many of us, humanity's history is replete with them.
I'm grateful for you, my friends. Be well.“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”