Went to the store the other day. Was surprised how normal it was.
We bought a week worth of food. On the way back home we saw a
modular hospital (we assume) rolling towards the capital. It was
the widest wide load I ever saw.
The farm chores keep me busy. I am working on organizing the
warehouses, sprouting seeds and so on. I find it sort of hard to
not think about the discrepancy between what is said on the news
and what I think I see the statistics showing. I would feel a lot
more comfortable if I didn't have to assume people are trying to
calm me down. What this mollycoddling is doing, it makes me
question all news stories. I have to assume things are worse than
what they are telling me. Feeling a bit paranoid.
It has struck me in recent days that this crisis has a larger
mental health side than I realized. People are somehow gloomier
in a hard to define way. I am lucky to be in a situation where
I can be outside and keep busy but also I have had quite a lot of
practice with isolation of various kind. The way out has always
been creativity. When I was too poor to take part in the society,
I painted. Sometimes I was in situations where even that wasn't
possible, so I just tried to appreciate the beautiful little
scenes around me. I guess it could be called meditation. Some of
my best memories come from times of extreme limitations. Although,
it could be said that so do the worst ones.
I hope there is some nature around you where ever you are.
