Today's Meditative Walk

The day was beautifully sunny and cold. I could feel the powerful heat of the sun permeating my skin, then soothed by the frigid winds. It was a revitalizing balance.

Looking around the almost empty streets, it felt like i was inside "Pleasantville"; only, I couldn't quite decide if I was beginning to live in colour or the world was slowly getting drained of it, or vice-versa.

Streets on Sundays usually really feels somewhat slow and has a tinge of strangeness to it, but the aura of my environment made me wonder if "next week" existed. It was like society was living through nothing but mere 'distractions', and had been living inside an illusion of 'duties' and 'responsibilities', while neglecting the essential ones which should be made timeless.

Looking up, I could see the baby buds of Spring appearing from the once barren trees, and in spite of everything, I smiled and said to myself: "Mother Nature really has a dark sense of humour sometimes...as the fragility of humanity, once again, becomes apparent, here she simply was...purposefully and magnificently resurrecting herself for another season, prettier than the last."

As if she was a scorned lover, picking up her broken heart, and as she mends the splintered pieces slowly and carefully, she again becomes empowered and full of self-love as she whispers to herself: "I can live without you."

From the First Flood, Sodom and Gomorrah, Pompeii, Chernobyl, Centralia (Pennsylvania), The Black Plague, The Great London Fire, Auschwitz, 9/11, SARS, California Fires, Australia Fires, COVID-19...the list goes on, and WILL go on...If one of life's theories were true, and we ARE inside some VR, I hope we'll step up our game and do better after this pressing of the reset button, because we are only as immortal as Mother Nature decides us to be. How can 'history' exist, when humans keep on repeating the present after present, after present. Lessons will consistently and painfully remain until we learn from them, because it is "her-story" more than ours alone.