No. Not stocking up on guns and ammo. Not planning for the apocalyptic race war. That seems so retro, so old-world stupid. No, stocking up on healthy, organic, good-for our-bodies food, good vibes; stocking up on books, movies, cds. Feeding our heads, don't you know? Nourishing our imaginations, furnishing our imaginative spaces, conjuring up better days; a post-vaccine paradise. Why not?!
Of course, we have to make it to the vaccine without getting sick. Not a given. Just a hope. Doing everything we can to make that a reality. Some of it is out of our control. A bit of benevolent luck is required. Maybe a little dance or prayer? Whatever it takes.
Hunkering in. Stripped down to the essentials. This whole ordeal does remind us what is important: good health, hope, good friends, laughter, life, joy, music, love, compassion, tears (it's ok to cry once in awhile), imagination. Our survival-kit. Plus a healthy dose of optimism. Dreams. Yes. Dreams. Plenty of dreams.
