Pollen Sunday: We Will Survive

Out, out, damned pollen!

It’s day whatever of the coronavirus pandemic in the States, and I scurried out into the apartment complex to get some jogging in on our deserted tennis court. There’s only so much I could do to maintain fitness in our small apartment. Here are a few shots from that excursion, including the pollen goblins clinging to my little Tardis car.

When I first jogged out my door and into the parking lot, I thought “oh, look, some kids have used yellow chalk on the sidewalks, and the rain’s washed it away.” Nope, it wasn’t synthetic art—instead, pollen had pooled on every surface. In the near term, Nature continues on, unabated. With or without humans’ direct involvement.

After jogging, I mooded out to RUSH’s “Losing It,” which has always been poignant but is now . . . what with Neil’s death and coronavirus and climate change and everyone seemingly imperiled (if nothing else, financially)  . . . deeper than ever before. As a gig and part-time worker, I got the late word just today that I may not work again in the office until who-knows-when.

It’s easy to give in to unhappiness. As a person who’s warred with depression for decades, I almost want to quit. But I’m trying to beat those devils of despair away. For me, movement (physical, intellectual, emotional) often does the trick.

Tennis court dotted with pools of yellow pollen.
Pollen pools . . .

And so, I remain hopeful. I greet most passersby and feel bolstered when I see “everyday people” calling to each other with a smile, a wave, or a kind greeting— all of us from afar. It is the walkers’ and joggers’ version of singing from our balconies. We dispel the loneliness through kinetic motion. Plus, there are so many professional and amateur “helpers” out there (as Fred Rogers liked to say), that I can’t (won’t) let myself mope too much. My static grief does not help.

We can do this. We will do this.

Finally, one almost last message (for today) to any who may venture here: Stay well and keep writing, making music, drawing, painting, playing board games with your kids, dancing like a goofball (if you’re as ungraceful as I!), and helping one another out.

And now, more RUSH—