Sublime Burger

I’m waking up. Sunshine’s here on balcony, nasturtiums swinging up the lattice and rosy pink daisies whirling under the family of palms.

These things have happened in this new chapter. My granddaughter brought me armloads of pharmacy stuff. Then a neighbor I love texted. They were picking up supper from the good burger place around the corner. Is there something that I would like? I laughed, “I’ve been longing for one of those cheeseburgers since lockdown, and “oh,” I text back, “You’re a miracle! I do not like making dinner for one.” I put Elvis on, dancing! They left this sublime burger right there in a chic tawny box, and with fresh crispy fries! (Will do a portrait of that burger). During tough times you need the food of funny lively carefree times. I listened to music from shows I loved and sang along. So grateful to my neighbors, reminding me loving people are alive.

Then, this morning I woke to sunshine (the glow was like it had a t-shirt saying “SPRING”). Phone ticked: “message!” And then, here was a collage on phone of voices, instruments, and musicians from all over the world, singing of love. The roots of our planet go deep. No demons, no bat plague can dig us up. We have the spiritual tools to rise up high, breathing deep, grateful for the sun, a roof – chair, a way to hear the voices of hope as they lift us fresh up, beyond new views, way beyond the sullen grip of hate. We’re here to heal. We do not have to touch to embrace our souls. A magical Zoom across our entire world of music.