I am fine with it, having done many silent retreats before, I find this a good time to slow down and take stock. I have also been putting off many jobs that needed doing around the house, but, I am still putting them off a bit, and prevaricating with excuses. I have taken to writing letters to family, this is both therapeutic and revives an old custom! I have bundles of old letters written to me from my mother whilst I was a child at boarding school so am going down memory lane. But, I listen with dread to the news at 4.30 and feel for all those stuck in tiny flats with no outside garden, for all those refugees living ten to a tent in foul conditions in camps the size of cities. And I fret constantly for my travelling young daughter caught on the other side of the world, thankfully, she couldn't have picked a better counter to have got stranded in, New Zealand. She tells me they are fine there, and the citizens in New Zealand are taking it all a lot more seriously than we are here. This gives me some comfort. I miss all my family, all apart in different places, but I realise that there are many people far worse off, and so I am thankful every day.
I hope that at the end of this, we all learn something, and that we do not just go back to how things were, let this be a warning to us. In 10 years time, it won't be Covid, it will be Climate Catastrophe. Let us learn please.