I'm preaching Yes, and I apologise! These times are such. With much food for thought.
In my mind, in my hands, is the power to create. And the power to destroy. What I choose to do makes me the person I am.
As i stand in my kitchen, cooking dinner for tonight. Fresh and warm and nourishing, comforting fragrant and so calming. I think of women just like me. Hiding underground, surrounded by family.
A tiny virus. The mighty man. Locked into a game of life and death.
I'm addicted to light. To colours and sounds. The magic they play Within and without.