mental health
Rise Up, Earthlings
If you are able to, take part in initiatives to aid the more vulnerable population programs to distribute water, food, etc. Either in person (while keeping yourself protected) or by donating funds. Do what you can.
Listen to this while reading: Rise Up (Yves LaRock)
This morning, when I opened my eyes from my daily meditation, the sun rays were streaming in through the window. Specks of dust were shining, glittering and dancing in the sunlight like fairydust. Entranced, hypnotised, I watched and watched with a soft smile of wonder on my lips.
This afternoon, I went to an Mpesa (mobile money) agent at a petrol station. I wore a mask Im taking zero risks as I am sheltering at my parents house during this period of the coronavirus pandemic. The askari (guard) wore a mask too, as did a handful of the few people moving around the lady with the beige hijab in the line behind me here, the random man in blue trousers crossing the street there. A song about love creakily squeezed out of an old radio and I felt it that love for all these people, nervous and afraid of the looming unknown ahead, trying their best to protect their loved ones and themselves. My heart softened and melted just a little. A quiet capital city, a confused population, a worried population even more about putting food on the table than the virus itself.
This evening, I took a solo stroll to breathe some fresh air amidst the self-isolation that those of us privileged enough to are practicing. A big drop from the sky, and another. Huge drops pitter-pattered around me and I smiled, breathing in that sweet smell when rainwater hits dust. Petrichor. That cool sensation of cloud droplet on my skin, the freshly cleaned air a gift to my lungs. I looked up to the sky and remembered the saying