When we go outside of our houses, whether it is to make a quick food stock-up at the grocery store or to work, there is a sense of heaviness in the air. We can see it in the empty streets and the closed stores and restaurants. Things are not as they used to be. What was once a busy and active city full of life is now an inactive and quiet city. It is at times like these that we realize how much we miss the noise and hustle-and-bustle of Los Angeles, despite the traffic and chaos we used to complain about. There is something eerie about the quietness of the city during this time. It is at this time that we must remember those who are struggling financially, emotionally, and mentally in these trying times. Homes are struggling to pay rent and bills and those that live alone are being pulled down by the weight of depression and anxiety. No one is immune to this crisis. It has taken us by surprise like a tidal wave that knocked us off our feet. Though we cannot reach out physically to one another, there are ways to show our love. Something as simple as a call or text to a loved one, relatives we have not seen or heard from for a-while, a co-worker, or a friend can brighten up their day. Take the time to extend our bright thoughts, positivity, and love to a struggling friend or loved one today. In this darkness, the only hope we have is understanding, kindness and above all, love!
*Inspired by Geraldine Zialcita*:
Sharing a piece I wrote: The 2019 Novel Coronavirus has not only injected panic, confusion, and fear but has robbed us of our sense of touch. Hands that are meant to comfort, heal and love have been replaced by excessive washing and sanitizing. Little did we know, the gift of touch now comes with a price. This virus compels us to hide behind masks, keep our hands to ourselves and remain isolated, not realizing the gift of touch is what binds us together. The very hands we use to offer care, compassion, and love can now infect and destroy one’s life. Is this the world we live in? Although we may or may not contract the virus, we are all victims—victims of fear, doubt, and survival. We may not realize, that despite the four other senses we have, the fifth sense is what makes us human. To be able to hold one’s hand can lift your spirits, assure you that everything will be fine and is the finest gesture we need in times of survival. While we are in the midst of it all and need to protect ourselves, let’s not get lost along the way, but instead, let’s fold our hands and pray this will be over soon. I never want to lose my sense of touch and hope to feel human again.—Geraldine Zialcita