I dropped into a Deep Well of Grief this morning. I grieved for dreams shattered, especially for younger people, for dying humans everywhere, for a struggling world and suffering planet. Then I did what I do when depression threatens to devour me.
I put on my boots and went to the forest with my dogs.
As I walked, a song began repeating in my head, not from a head set, but from memory. I listened to this song over and over again in 1958 and 1959 when I was 13 and my dad was dying. It gave me hope during my first experience of despair. Now, so many years later, I still remembered the tune and most of the lyrics, even though my hearing makes it difficult to enjoy music except in dreams.
It’s a love song, but also a prayer for a peaceful life for those locked in a hate-filled divided world. The lyrics by Stephen Sondheim plea for “peace and quiet and open air, time together and time to care. Somehow. Somewhere.”
There’s a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
There’s a time for us
Someday a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to look, time to care
We’ll find a new way of living
We’ll find a way of forgiving
There’s a place for us
A time, a place for us
Hold my hand and we’re halfway there
Hold my hand and I’ll take you there
Tears slipped down my cheeks as the lyrics rolled on with the hopeful words: “Hold my hand and I’ll take you there.”
I have no wise advice, but can offer a glimpse of the world that holds me. Someday, somehow, I’ll again share my world with people I love.
How are you getting through this stressful time as we all grieve together? What helps you?
I’m well and hope you are, too. I have food, a private place to take long walks, and a place to grow vegetables. After living alone with compromised hearing for many years, I’m used to solitude, although not so extreme. I’m strict about staying home now which is both a luxury and necessity. My local son and his friend buy supplies as needed and my North Carolina son checks on me daily and sends care packages of bird houses and Clorox wipes.
I pray for those who are ill and those, including good friends, on the medical front lines. I’m high risk because of age, but healthy. I don’t want to clog the medical system by getting sick, so I’ll wait this out at home, keep active, and imagine a better place and time. These lyrics will be my covid-19 crisis theme song for years to come.
For an excellent article about grief during the time of covid-19, see Grieving the Losses of Coronavirus by Lori Gottlieb. For my post about finding peace in hard times, see Ten Ways to Create Sacred Space Every Day. For a post about living with fear, see Facing Our Deepest Fear.