Letter to a Friend – March 29, 2020


Hi Friend.

Just thought I’d write and say Hello.

Listening to Pandora radio app, and have it tuned to play classical relaxation music.  I forgot how beautiful classical music is.  Beethoven.  Debussy. Yo-yo Ma.  Chopin.  Puccini.  I wish I could play the piano.  The cello.  The violin.  All at once.  And sing.  And dance.  All at once.

I think of you as the calmest person in the family.  The most introspective.  I have pictures of you in my mind from Thanksgiving dinners over the years, and they are meditative in substance.  I hope that makes sense to you.  It does to me.

Face in the mirror.  It’s all about this pandemic.  This pothole in life’s road.  It seemed like any other crisis I’ve gone through, until last Friday.  I’ve gone through many ups and downs, as we all have, but we all relate to our own in a larger way because of emotions we owned at the time.  And emotions remaining long after.  Mine are no different from anyone else’s.  They’re just personal. 

Pandemic.  This crisis is different.  I’m not alone.  Not sitting in my bedroom figuring out how I got here and what I’ll do to get through it.  This isn’t just making a wrong decision and becoming involved in something stupid.  This one involves everyone. 

Still, I feel alone.  I’m used to being alone.  Have hobbies that are alone hobbies.  I don’t depend on anyone else for my happiness.  Can’t.  That only invites sadness. Others have their own happiness to tend to.  Happiness that needs to be nurtured and loved.  And brought back from times of loss. 

“Take care of yourself!”  “Don’t be a crybaby.”  “What’s the matter with you?  Can’t take a little bit of the blues?”  OK.  I’ll try.  No, I’ll do it.  Just give me a day to cry.  It’s cleansing.  We retain a little bit of ‘baby’ in our souls.  I want my mommy.  I want a hug.

Scattered throughout time.  We’re all scattered throughout time.  Clair de Lune.  What a perfect musical backdrop for right now.  Today.  Tonight.

That’s enough!  Stop being down.  Time to figure out what to do now and tomorrow.  Include all the “What ifs”.  Then watch a favorite comedy.  Right now, I want to see ‘Liar. Liar’.  I want to see the scene in the restroom where Jim Carrey is throwing himself around and pounding his head with the toilet lid.  Right now.  “I’m kicking my ass.” 

I’ll write again soon.  I love you.  And I still want a hug. And some chocolate.


The BLANK of Being


What to say.  What to do.  This is a time of great concern.  For all humankind.  Animalkind.  Waterkind.  Plantkind.  Insectkind.  All kinds.  Be kind.

Hard times.  The coronavirus.  Brings fear.  Brings out the best and worst in people.  The ones who can’t see past their bank accounts and egos, they’re the worst.  They are becoming bolder and harder to digest.  The best ones have always been there and are just now becoming clearer and easier to see.  They are kind.  They are becoming bolder.  In a beautiful way.

Listening to the birds outside, singing, whistling, communicating with each other.  “Hey Joe!  There’s food over here!”  “Hey yourself.  Watch out for the crows!”  “Hey, there’s a pretty little chickee.  Need to fly over there and sing a song.  Ruffle my feathers.  Look strong.”

Mark Twain never said it would be easy.  (What?)  Life goes on.  And on and on and on.  Life can be both long and short, depending on what’s happening in our worlds.  We hover in place waiting to see how long this current predicament will take to pan out.  Watch movies.  Text.  Instagram. Tweet.  Drink.  Eat.  Eating usually helps in time of stress. 

Luckily, I bought some microwave popcorn a couple of weeks ago.  Haven’t had that in a long time.  It was the big economy pack, so I’m set for a while.  I think.  It doesn’t really make me feel good physically, but it sure does bring back memories of sitting in a nice warm, dark theater watching good movies with friends. 

Now at home sitting on a cozy sofa, surrounded with pillows, popcorn, and pets, staring at movies on a TV screen, we need to remember all the good things life has given us, and be easy on ourselves for our f-ups.  We were young.  We meant well.  We needed to gain wisdom.  We’re sorry.

Closing our eyes, we recall places we’ve been that soothed our soul.  We can almost smell the freshness of oceans and forests.  Emotionally embrace the pureness of a baby.  Hear the waves crashing on shore.  Feel the breeze rustling through leaves and across fields.  Laugh at puppies and kittens playing.  Feel happiness.  And that’s what it’s all about.  Being happy.  Because who really knows what will happen next.

I started out to write about comedic antics and fun things, and this is what I got.  It’s like going on vacation and coming back with that tee shirt that reads “I went to Maui and all I got was this stupid shirt.”  But, hey.  This all needed to come out. 

Love your family.  Love your friends, pets, etc.  And love yourself. 

We’ll talk soon.

Next time will be happier.