Covid Winds

Snow, Sun, Winter, Landscape, Nature, Wintry, Forest

Winter’s come amid the mounting snow

But even without it – there’s no place to go

Doors are closed against the blight

There just seems – no end in sight

As if it were the the cold winds that blow

When it will end? Well I don’t know


Lock Down Blues

Mask, Surgical Mask, Virus, Protection


“Lock-down,” “Stay at home,” “Quarantine”

“Sheltering,” “Shielding,” “Know what I mean?”

“Observed,” “Practiced,” “Put into place”

“Flouted,” “Ignored,” or just “Disobeyed”

“Mask it,” “Visor it,” “Cover your face”

“Might as well be hooded –

Sent to that Gitmo place!”

“It’s all about health!” “It’s our freedoms – I say!”

“I wish that Covid would just go away!”



Sunday Writing Prompt – Lockdown


Lesson Learned

Mask, Coronavirus, Quarantine, Virus, Epidemic, Disease


I have followed the blog of an amazing young woman named Caralyn ever since I began blogging myself.   In her latest post she asked a simple but important question – “What has this quarantine taught you?

I have learned that in the end it is tolerance and compassion that makes us the true survivors. We are touched by people who we haven’t heard from in years who send messages to just check that we are okay. It is the 99 year old veteran that walks around his garden to raise money for the doctors and nurses. It is the pastors who delivers groceries or prescriptions to the weakest of their flocks. It is our own ability to love and understand our friends and colleagues when they try to make a health issue a political one (on either side). It is when we stay in to protect the vulnerable, and yet will pray for those who flout restrictions, or hoard supplies, or even deny there is an issue at all. It is about “loving our neighbours.”


Building a Kingdom

Tablet, Living Room, Dog, Woman, Girl


Jesus said upon the mount,

“Blessed are the poor”

But have you ever bothered –

To read but a few words more?


“Blessed are the poor in spirit” –

Those without big egos –

Or “me first” undue pride


So in these uncertain times

Put others first instead

Think of what they need and keep yourself inside.









Roof, Sleep, Sleepwalkers, Figure, Tile

The COVID-19 pandemic is a worldwide crisis.  Ireland, Denmark, and other European states have closed schools and banned public gatherings.  Italy is in lock-down, and even Donald Trump has taken action.  But here in the UK, the government policy is to seek “herd immunity” by allowing the virus to spread.

Like a sleepwalker, or ostrich in the sand

Boris “follows the science,” no one understands

While his peers international – their people protect

The PM hopes to his infect




Weekend Writing Prompt #148 – Somnambulist in 78 words






A Sad Situation

Beauty In A White Coat, Brunette


Madelyn had always been a healthy and active individual.  She had played field hockey at school, and even was given a scholarship to play the sport at university.  On finishing her degree, she was thrilled to be recruited for a major financial firm near Canary Wharf in London.   All of her Californian friends were envious of the opportunities and experiences she would have.

Her arrival in the UK was in an exceptionally hot summer by British standards, but didn’t seen all that uncomfortable for the San Diego native.  Her flat was modern, yet un-air conditioned, so she spent much of her out of the office time exploring the landmarks or just chilling in Hyde Park.

As October, and then November crept around, Madelyn found the damp chill a little too much to deal with.  She began to spend more and more of her leisure time in the warmth of her amply heated flat.  Despite this she felt increasingly ill.  There were days when she felt so listless that she could barely pull herself from under the bed covers and go to work.

Eventually, with Christmas around the corner, and the fatigue rowing more intense, she scheduled an appointment with her doctor.  Some blood tests were made, and she was told that they would have the results in seven to ten days.  It proved an incredibly long week for Madelyn.  Not only was she constantly exhausted, but she had a nagging worry about the upcoming diagnosis.  Was it cancer? she would muse.  It was almost too much to bear.

Finally the day of the follow-up GP’s visit came.   She entered the doctor’s surgery with apprehension.

“Miss Warren, please take a set,” the doctor said.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Madelyn blurted out.

“No.  It’s SAD actually,” the GP replied.

“Sad?” Madelyn queried.

“Yes, Seasonal Affective Disorder – that and some low vitamin levels.  It affects a lot of people in Britain.  The low levels of sun light in the Autumn and Winter have a physical impact on the body.  I am going to prescribe some Vitamin D capsules for you, and I recommend that you try a light box.  Many people find they help.

Later that evening, after a trip to Boots Chemists, Madelyn settled onto her bed and plugged in her new Lumie SAD Lamp.  “Well then,” Madelyn said, ” I guess You are my sunshine.”




Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor: You are my sunshine


The Visit: A Pseudo-Etheree

Dentist, Child, Dental Care, Dentist

Image by renatalferro from Pixabay


Taking kids to dentists,

Things you’ll hear –

Glad it’s only twice a year!



Keep up!

Don’t you lag.

Don’t lollygag.

We have to get there,

Before it is too late.

Put a move on, get in gear.

Why do you always hesitate?

It won’t be as bad as might you think.

Remember to rinse, and spit in the sink.




Weekend Writing Prompt #138 – Lollygag: In 60 words



Woman, Asleep, Girl, Sleep, Dreams, Face


Rest can be an illusive thing.  I am not speaking necessarily of a time of relaxation or  breath catching after some act of exertion, though it might include these.  I am speaking more of the regeneration brought about by the putting aside of labours altogether.  A time to let the mind as well as the body to rest.

I have for the last few nights found such rest more difficult than is my norm.  I have faced some stresses related to the practical demands of settling Dianne’s estate, and of the needs I have in settling into my “new normality.”   Sleep has been less deep, and of shorter duration than I am accustomed.  But as in so many areas of my life, Dianne offered me advice from her own experience.   I came across a citation in her journals where she spoke of her cancer-induced insomnia.  She reflected that no matter how extreme her physical tiredness she could still find mental rest in God.   “Return to your rest, oh my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you (Psalm 116:7).”  God provides.  He deals bountifully.  There is no need to let the concerns of finance, ill-health, or a multitude of daily issues rob us of peace and rest.

Dianne on acknowledging this, actually found the insomnia less powerful.  Yes, the cancer still changed her physically enough to make for “boom and bust” sleep patterns.  But even if physically fatigued, she was able to be “at rest.”

I pray that I too will find rest: sleep if I am lucky, but restful peace bountifully.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28).”