April Under Corona


Grand Canal, Dublin

Like so many folks, I’ve followed the news, plotted how to best buy groceries, maintain health, and not feel completely stressed at the end of the day.  A few things stand out to me as beneficial highlights.  

Last Friday, folks in my town had a virtual potluck.  We all had our own dinner in our own homes but met online to chat and sup together.

On Saturday, I met with the Inkies virtually, a Dublin based writing group that meets weekly.  I  wrote with them when I’ve stayed in Dublin. It was great to see each other to banter a bit, then share our writing.  It changed something — the constriction I felt in my heart, that while we shared the difficulties of the coronavirus, as also shared heartfelt writing and humor.


Dublin skyline from the Chester Beatty Library

 Finally,  Monday morning I got up to the usual amount of news implanted on the computer about the virus.  I was feeling stressed about the morning news. And then, I heard a solitary crow.

Oh My! Simply the sound of the crow, as the call grew further away, brought me into a place of deep calm. I put on a pair of shoes and wandered down to the vernal pool and brook. I found some wood frog eggs, first of the season. It changed everything.  Later that day, at early dusk, I happened to look out the window. Eight deer passed by in single file, walking at the edge of the stream, carefully skirting the vernal pool.  They melted into the forest. 


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find the wood frog egg masses


Stay healthy. Enjoy your own company now, more than ever.

About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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