The world is bruised up. It's hurt. It's damaged.
Who knew a virus would bring with it such trauma, such despair, such loss? Not me. I, for one, didn't know. Where are all the fortune tellers? Did they know? Did they warn anyone? Did they prepare for this!? The world is bruised up and its wound is bleeding. It's fresh and painful, it's a ticking bomb, this wound. We all talk about healing, and uniting, and starting over. But we are not there yet. We all talk about the future, when the virus goes away, when life returns to "normal." But we are not there yet. A bruise must be felt before it can be healed. Feel its pain first, and then heal it. Feel the wound first, and then heal it. Feel the weight of the world first, and then fix it.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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