I know that, all things considered with Covid-19, we’re still pretty damn lucky. Aside from an initial scare surrounding the availability of toilet paper we are able to buy food, have potable water, have electricity and internet. We aren’t reduced to the scavenging we see in the disaster movies.
(Though, now I think of it, those films trained us well…we knew what we had to try to do if worse came to worse.)
There are families that,, due to job losses, who are dependent on food banks even now, but no one in our small town starves. I can’t speak to the condition of the masses in the cities of course.
So I spent time on Facebook, talking to friends in different parts of the world, but I always came away feeling sad/depressed/hopeless/angry.
Nothing I wrote – stuck.
I needed another outlet.
I began riding to the small towns in our area and taking pictures of the homes that were built in the 1800s — the ones we’d call historic right now. On the way, if I saw an interesting tree, or stream or field – click, another picture.
Laptop upload, a little editing tweak and voila – creativity.
It struck me yesterday that it’s the creativity that balances the ugly.
It’s easier to stay sane now as long as I’m trying to be creative – if I can bring something beautiful into creation then the world can’t be all bad.
The influx of the beautiful helps to balance the influx of the ugly that comes from too much time on social media. But you can’t really cut yourself off from media, social or otherwise, because you have to know what’s going on in the world. You just have to know when to look away.
But for Gods sake don’t forget to vote…
To stay sane.
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