When we come out of the birth canal, the gateway to life, the end of a long road into the fruition of our beings - we see a light. When we catch the glimpse of it in our minute-old eyes - we cry, we agonize, we cringe in horror and only when we feel the warmth of our protector - the mother - we calm down a bit. We let go of the terror and accept our new fate in the new world as we sip on our first meal of milk.
Weeks go by, and we slowly open are eyes more and more, maybe sport a smile here & there, or something resembling a smile, and the gates to hell shift into quite the adventure.
Months later, we are adjusted to this new world.
Years later, we view life as a GIFT, and we fear its end. Sometimes we imagine our end as a tunnel, and at its end - a light. Do we imagine the end, or rather remember the beginning? I wonder often...
There are many times in life when a person may feel like they were 'Born Again.'
We consider going through trials, and challenges, and life sufferings - as a metaphorical tunnel that leads us somewhere. Perhaps deeper into the tunnel, or perhaps through to its final exit. When we choose to see the exit sign and reach the light - and have gone through the hurdle. When we are out and about in our 'new life' - we look back at the tunnel as if it was another life. A PAST life. A finished life. And we are now restored, rejuvenated. We are now grown and have overcome.
My hometown visit in the land of the Israelites (forgive the Biblical term - I may be carried away by the Passover spirit surrounding me...) showed me a glimpse of the light at the end of Corona. Normalcy and life without panic is showing its face underneath the mask.
But I have yet seen - how did we grow?
What did we learn, if any?
Are we through the hurdle?
Are we REBORN?
Will we sift into normalcy and conventions, and forget the gifts of introspection this crisis has given some of us?
IS this really the light at the end of Corona?
And if so, are we really there yet?
Or is this just a passing glimpse and nothing more?
Asking for a friend.
Actually - asking for ALL my friends.
In 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.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman