What a Difference a Hug Makes

I hugged my daughter last weekend for the first time in three months.   Actually, it was the first time I had hugged anyone in three months so it was a memorable and much missed occasion.  As of today  I have four people I can hug within my social circle – as opposed to the “social gathering” in which we cannot hug.  I am discovering what my neighbourhood  looks like as I cautiously emerge from my  house cocoon as the provincial restrictions gradually loosen.  I find good news: the French bakery (I have been!) and the gelato parlour (I have been!) have re-opened but there is also sad news:  the lovely Italian restaurant on my street corner which has been operated by two generations for the past 60 years has not; they have closed permanently.

I am learning to balance risk with prudence and anxiety with reason as I venture out more often and further afield, modifying my behaviour in the hope of limiting viral spread while tentatively entering a much changed environment and living my life.  I see many closed businesses and imagine the shattered dreams behind those brown paper window coverings.

I miss my walking friends and my life as it was before!  I grieve for all the silenced artists and the theatre, ballet and symphony that I love so much and that were such a large part of my life.  But I remain a defiant optimist and understand that unexpected disruption brings change and change brings  growth; as painful as that is.  And it will be up to us to make those changes good ones.

In the meantime, I look forward to exploring our strange new world and meeting you there for walks once again.  One day, I am certain of it, we will even hug each other again.  Bon courage!

 

 

 

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