Surrendering

We have fallen into an unexpected pause again, surrendering to it reluctantly.

Our world has gotten smaller in a third wave of pandemic infections in Thailand. We have to stay home, and I am no longer sure of myself at the farther reach of this long loneliness. I’m sure you understand. We have all found the farthest edges of our ability to persevere.

I miss the bustle and hum of people. I walk a lot, long hours in the evenings, and the farmers nod from a distance. So there is that, and there is also the barking of suspicious or friendly dogs as I walk on roads along the sides of fields, avoiding the closeness of the villages, where the sight of me might alarm people.

I try to think of a way through the obstacles, to knock on every door. There must be a way to help us all thrive.

I have people waiting for me to try the locks, to see what we will do with these days we have been given. I wake in the morning and gather strength. Nothing is impossible.

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