Last March - I found myself saying 'no' to a few party invitations, and started watching the news with a level of anxiety that I never have before. (And I grew up in the middle east...)
The world and my world changed enormously in or about March of last year. This year, March is heading out today - and I've started shedding off some of the anxiety that's been circling in me for the past year. It wasn't a drastic dose of anxiety, but it was an ever-present one. In my current visit to my hometown (Day 17) I began seeing the world Post-Covid. The bruise and scar post the punch. The aftermath of quarantines, and obsessive hand washing, and bathing in hand sanitizers, and no handshakes or hugs, and FEAR. So much fear... I am not surprised my hometown is the first in the world (knock on wood, yes?) to step into the normalcy post trauma. Israel has been through an existential threat for its entire existence (and then some...) so in this community - there is a readiness to deal with survival. Possibly more so than in other places. Last March was mad with horror, and this year's March offered another kind of MAD for me: the madness of the possibility of the end to this era. And actual end to this DECADES long year!?!? Um, yes, that WOULD be mad.
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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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