When You Are Forced to Do the Human Thing

Do it and hurry back to reality

Her head was not in its normal place today — floating amongst the clouds with nary a care in the world. At this moment, they appeared to be extra high in the blue Caribbean sky, so far up that they were out of reach and no amount of soaring upwards and expanding outwards was going to get her there. Her tiny twin-island state was under a ‘lockfew’ or as some called it, a ‘curfdown’ — a lockdown and a curfew for the next fourteen days in the first instance as stated by the Prime Minister in an earlier address.

So standing on her porch, trying to grapple with the enormity of what has been happening over the past weeks, she comes to the realization that this humanning thing with its many challenges and ups and downs, will never go away as long as she remained here in this earth school — not for her or anyone else and the knowledge of this has caused more than a few to opt for the dropout and move on to the next best thing.

She felt the tension in the energy that surrounded her. People were over this. Going on two years was enough and now that they had been forced to emerge from the bubble that had encased them — being an island and all, accepting the realness of the current situation was not going down well.

Looking down at her dogs, she felt that they sensed her discomfort but nevertheless excitedly vied for her attention — climbing up her legs, licking her hands, their tails wagging and eyes dancing. They were happy to see her and their exuberance and innocence buoyed her spirit, encouraging her to remember that life ought to be accepted as it comes — accepted while at the same time knowing with an assuredness, an unbridled confidence that things will always turn out to be ok.

It appeared that the dogs felt the shift in her mood. They detected the slight upward expansion in her energy body which made them even more excited as if cheering her on to rise above it all.

“Hello”, she smiled, rubbing the head of one and the belly of another. “What are the plans for day one of this lockfew?”

They starting a chorus of yipping as if trying to answer her question and understanding dogspeak, she clearly heard them say: — “look for things to feel happy, be satisfied in the now, return your head to where it belongs.”

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