OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Mood of the day, best expressed by Salieri.
Sleep did come and carried me through the night despite yesterday’s elevated anxiety levels. It took me a long time to open my eyes in the morning, to get up, make coffee. Sometimes, even a deep sleep is not exactly restful.
Where to go for beauty and serenity? Poetry. I have been indulging again in “Poetry for the people.” This morning, another upcoming collection from uHlanga Press. Will reveal more when it is officially announced. For now, I can say that poetry readers are in for a poetic treat: another tender, wise volume of deeply moving poetry.
Work continued for the rest of the day, apart from a sunny walk in my neighbourhood and a Skype chat with my Mom and Krystian.
I have never seen a mousebird around my house, but there are other wonders everywhere.
Setting the midday sky on fire.
The SARS-CoV-2/Covid-19 numbers around the world are staggering. And locally, we have recorded a new high of 572 deaths in a twenty-four hour cycle.
And then there was The Address. Public schools closing. Acknowledgement of corruption. The greatest failures of the last twenty-six years in a nutshell. How about a ten billion rand bailout for public schools? That would be around R400 000 per school, if divided equally. Can you imagine the upgrades and possibilities?
Corruption … power, greed, vileness. I do not know how anyone stealing from emergency relief funds can live with themselves.
It is impossible not to despair. I need a drink!
When in doubt: read poetry, walk, eat sushi. Simple pleasures are all around. If only we could all live in a system that delivers the basics and occasional little luxuries – whatever they may be to an individual – to all.
The above was delivered straight to my gate just in time for dinner, a treat from my love.
Be kind. Stay at home. Wear a mask everywhere else.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”