![]() ![]() Living through a pandemic, indeed, hurtles us in unexpected directions.Īs I tumble through hours and days and weeks, I find myself unexpectedly wading through the past, searching for fragments of wisdom from storytellers who have survived and even to some extent thrived in past pandemics.Īngel Wings by Zorro4 ( Pixabay License / Pixabay)Īnd this has led me to a text I have never read before. To gain some purchase on our current COVID-19 pandemic and find ways to see beyond the crisis of the present, I turn to the 14th century. That hope, in part, is earned and achieved through storytelling. ![]() ![]() ![]() In a pandemic, we acutely recognize that we are social animals.īut hope persists in pandemics. In a pandemic, we lose the world and slip into unhealthy, prolonged periods of isolation, of extreme forms of alienation, and of a seemingly unendingĪngst. Even for those of us on the social frontline, working in public spaces now marked with spiked risk, the world as we know it, the world as we knew it, recedes. The “world” is a socially shared sense of being-together, which is reinforced through everyday institutions and routine rituals. Living through a pandemic hurtles us in unexpected directions.Īs routines become broken, the familiar becomes estranged, and the everyday becomes foreign, each of us, in our own way, ![]()
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