Journal Entry: 4.20.20
Written during the pandemic lockdown. On the strange peace that arrived alongside the panic — and what solitude revealed about creativity, trust, and the mystery of an unfinished life.
Read the full entry at Songs of the Lotus.
Written April 20th, 2020. The world had gone quiet in a way that felt neither safe nor chosen, and yet something unexpected arrived in that quiet.
The intangible things — beliefs, values, curiosity — became crystalline while physical reality felt distorted. Solitude became less frightening. In the uncertainty there was a kind of clarity I hadn't expected: about creativity, about the nature of unfinished things, about what it means to trust life when it gives you no other option.
Everything you give life to will somehow remain unfinished. I wrote that in April and I still think about it. It means others get to contribute. It means the work is collaborative even when you make it alone.
I found peace in the pandemic not because the panic wasn't real, but because I could see through it to something else — human goodness, the value of solitude, life's abundance, the possibility of forgiveness.
— Dio