Optimism
and hope are necessary states of mind for a well-balanced psyche. But
it's increasingly worrisome news we hear, more liable to make people
feel glum and powerless than to look to the future with confidence.
Public health authorities and government figures at the executive level
keep emphasizing that there is just so much that they can do for
society; society too must make an effort to ensure that we all come
through this dreadful pandemic as well as might be expected if everyone
recognized the vital importance of tuning in to messages of quiet
instruction.
Among
us there are too many skeptics, those who appear to believe in
conspiracy theories, that the COVID-19 epidemic that is making people
ill, sending many to hospitals, where some will not survive is nothing
but an attempt by government to take greater power over people's lives.
That physical distancing alienates people, mask-wearing is a needless
exercise in frustration and the manner in which ordinary, normal life
has been altered in an effort to restrain the virus's contagion is all
for nothing.

Cranks
and outliers see nothing amiss in behaving as though these temporary
restrictions in lifestyle and the social distancing mandated in an
effort to control a deadly virus that preys on the elderly and the
health-impaired are unneeded. That they will comport themselves as they
wish. While mocking those who slavishly adhere to authority. In the
process of eschewing masks to control the level of contagion, and
mingling in close interior quarters with others of like mind, they
believe themselves to be superior to the quaking fear-mongers.

They
become disease carriers and since they're mostly fairly young, most
sail through the period of infection, but those whom they have
themselves infected may not be young and represent the vulnerable in
society. Even so, they are responsible for widening the pool of
SARS-CoV-2 virus sufferers, ensuring that the disease acquires a firmer
grip on society as a whole. A process that leads inevitably to an
unsustainable burden for the medical community, with hospitals stretched
beyond their capacity to function, equipment and protective devices
coming into short supply, and cases continuing to multiply, along with
community death rates.
We
have all of this in the back of our minds, as we go about daily life
trying to do our best to shelter ourselves from infection and bearing in
mind that in so doing we're also helping to keep the infection rate
down. It's a question of whether the majority of the population who do
as we do will in the end have the greater, positive effect on the
situation, or whether the situation will continue to spiral out of
control as a reflection of a minority within the population who have
little concept of personal responsibility.
To
soothe our overworked concern quotient, we're able to enter an
environment that salves the wearied mind with its calm natural
landscape. So we are among the most fortunate of the fortunate, making
our daily venture out into a natural setting accessed by us with little
effort, taking along our two little dogs both as irresistibly accented
company and for the good of their own health.
As we did today.
As we did yesterday. As we do every day of the week, the month, the
year and the year before this one. It's fall, and fittingly, cool, windy
and rainy. But eventually the rain does stop, and the sun emerges,
highlighting the change in the season moving steadily from early to late
fall and eventually winter. Each season with its own charm and
challenges.
When
we descended into the ravine early this afternoon, we did so on
increasingly leaf-and-needle-padded forest trails. Where freshly fallen
leaves lie like colourful confetti and as we progress, our eyes are
drawn to individual leaves, different from the congregate they lie
among; carmine, splotched, striped, gold, as distinct and individual as
are those who make up a population of people, some stand out and some
melt into the crowd.
Night rain had swollen the creek again,
and it was muddy close to the bridge we were about to cross, just as the
floorboards of the bridge had muddy imprints of dog prints as testament
to the love of many dogs to plunge into the creek, likely for them the
most attractive element of their ramble through the woods as companions
to the humans in whose homes they live.
Since
the pandemic, the woodland trails that once were the precinct of
community members who love the natural trails through the extensive
forest and ravine, suddenly became a popular destination for many others
out on bicycles, runners, family groups, dog walkers, and though things
have quieted down substantially from earlier months as area parks have
re-opened along with other venues popular with people, it is only
Saturdays now that we see occasional trail walkers among the regulars.
Half
of the time we were out, we were hard put to dodge groups of other
people making their way along the trail system, but the other half of
our circuit was relatively free of such impediments to quiet peace and
balm to a disquieted mind. Most people are courteous, and those that are
not are simply a temporary part of the landscape. Is that a metaphor?
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