Edie Weinstein, discusses the hope and hopelessness which pervades the COVID-19 era.

For anyone reading this years down the road, I am writing while the world is immersed in one of the most tumultuous eras in history. It is July 12, 2020, in the time of COVID-19, and during the end (prayers please) of the most destructive presidency in my lifetime. The sun dapples are dancing through my curtains and I am listening to my favorite radio program called Sleepy Hollow on WXPN. The perfect song is playing for my emotional juxtaposition. It is called “In the Spirit” by Kahil El’Zabar, a jazz musician who I heard for the first time today. I have much to look forward to on this day. I am going to be teaching an online class this afternoon. I will be writing articles and editing a book. I will have some relaxing time on my deck and some stretching time on the yoga mat. Likely, I will be talking with at least one friend. Some cleaning and tidying may be happening.