The look of physical proximity, full faces, and the potential to touch. May all three return soon, with minimal suffering. As I post this we are all entombed, encased, caged, in bondage, isolated, many of us alone for days, most of us worried about sickness of selves and others, afraid, hovering between terror and tranquility. The latter only for the privileged. Blessings to all first responders, including food workers. And especially medical workers who have made coureagous choices. Compassionate blessings—but not yet forgiveness or immunity to accountability—to our leaders, so often misguided and self-serving.
Quaker prayer vigil for peace and justice, Raytheon, one of our last physically close together meetings, Cambridge MA, March 15, 2020