I woke up with the song running through my head, Bette Midler singing Julie Gold’s words.
From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common band
Playing songs of hope
Playing songs of peace
They are the songs of every man
The poetic lyrics are a tribute to the Eternal One. And there is some irony that this is a time of social distance.
I ventured out to craft day. Usually, we pray and create indoors, or both indoors and outdoors on a nice day. This was the first social adventure that I have tackled, one with people that come from “a distance” or those I do not know. It was a group of five.
Since Covid 19, one of the easy thoughts for me is that I could carry the virus to others. I use masks. I wash my hands. What was most noticeable months ago is that I spend so much time in doctors’ offices. I have had weeks with four appointments. Each person has potential to spread virus, but sick people hang out with medical professionals. And although I am considered vulnerable, the odds of me bringing the virus back were higher than the odds of someone bringing it to me.
Now, in mid summer 2020, at pandemic level, the spread four times the rate during spring, it is far more likely that anyone could be carrying (and without a concealed permit).
I wore a mask when I would be within six feet of anyone or when I went into the Lodge to use the restroom. Every time I washed my hands, I then used a barrier to touch doors and knobs. Temperature in the high 70’s, we were spaced at least 15 feet apart at separate tables in the yard. But those are the easy parts.
Two of the people have hearing issues. I noticed that conversations brought them in close, moving forward as I backed away. One needs lip reading to accompany the assistance of a cochlear implant. That cannot be done with a mask in place! She wears a shield.
The temptation to hug or touch one another is incredible.
I can totally understand the high spread of the virus now. People are social beings! They do not live in blessed situations like I do, with a house full of peaceful family. Some need a chance to get away from their cohabitants. And those who live alone need to see a face other than the pointy eared cat on their chest.
Distance is a real predicament.