A strange companion

 

Here’s some reflections I feel the need to share in this space while I spend my time in isolation as I display signs of Covid-19. As the wave has hit humanity, I am no other species…and my sense of dharma (we can always call it common sense) tells me to practice the basic rule of existence—to protect myself and to protect others. Covid-19 in a way is testing if we are fit for the next stage of evolution—and this time it is collective. Our sense of belonging, our sense of collective is tested (other than protecting our own self, it’s our dharma to protect others as well). As the microcosm becomes more aware of its existence as a part of a larger molecule—the collective takes over. The awareness invites one to practice their sense of belonging—that is to become one single race. The pandemic makes us global, it doesn't discriminate between countries, color, gender, etc...

Pandemic in a way unites us all as one human race. And in terms of awareness, it brings us closer to our own sense of ‘self’.

One can say I am battling covid, but I would rather have it said that I am spending time with this new companion (corona) which has its own demands- the strange companion sits with you in isolation— and other than making you perform some rituals—inhaling steam, gargling, medications, etc, it also makes you value your life and everything you know of this life and the purpose of it. Also, it makes you reflect/meditate, ‘if you cannot go outside- go inside’. Well, my new strange companion- here I am already getting in a co-passenger mode (fearlessly), don’t know yet where my journey with you will end? Whatsoever, I am surrendered to the divine plan and while in isolation will keep doing art (thank god I have art).


A dear (Russian) friend shares with me this Christmas song I liked (the melody of it and told her to search for me)--while I am in isolation, listening to some joyful music--



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