Reflections on Today, A Time of Crisis
Excerpt taken from my newsletter: https://shoutout.wix.com/so/60N4jB_lV
A few days ago, I re-read T.S. Eliot's poem, The Wasteland, which opens with the line:
"April is the cruellest month."
Eliot wrote his classic of modernist poetry in the aftermath of World War I, when Europe and America were reeling from death and destruction. I fear that Eliot's words may again be all too apt for the April we're facing today -- although the battle is against an enemy that's unseen until after it attacks. I take hope from the fact that, when Eliot wrote The Wasteland, the world had survived. Battered and weary, but carrying on. And, the world will again survive Covid-19, despite devastating loss of life and an economic toll that will be felt far into the future.
During the rainy days ahead, both in April and beyond, please stay safe. Please stay home as much as you can to protect yourself, your families and others. Adhere to the social distancing recommendations when you must go out. Wash your hands, a lot. And, remember all those people out there who are risking their lives for us all - doctors, nurses, other medical personnel, grocery store employees, postmen and women, couriers and warehouse employees, truck drivers, utility workers, and too many more to list.
When we get through this, here's hoping we can face next April with a different literary passage in mind --Chaucer's sunny prologue to The Canterbury Tales:
"When April the sweet showers fall
And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all
The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings about the engendering of the flower …."