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The Spasm of Fear; Or I am trying to cheer you up;)
Something to talk about as the days grow shorter and night stealthily slips in. Well the general pessimistic tone of the media as we find ourselves in trouble, not only because of Brexit but Covid which stalks the world with an evil face. I read yesterday it is as if the four horses of the Apocalypse had taken flight with a vengeance, but reading this article and another angle appeared.
The word ‘apocalypse’ comes from the Greek apokalypsis which means to ‘uncover’, ‘unveil’ or ‘reveal’. Rather than fire and destruction, apocalypse was understood by some ancients as a ‘revelation’ of things as they really were.
I expect when all the drama ceases, life will be a little more expensive but still chuntering on.
Yesterday my daughter came home, keep your distance mum she said, someone who works for her had tested positive. My granddaughter is furious because as a 15 year old she has not been vaccinated, and came home in a cross mood because 20 of the pupils in the school had tested positive. I pointed out to her that as the school has about a thousand inmates that wasn't too bad. Anyway this morning an 'all clear' after testing.
I started this with the thought of a 'spasm of fear'. Two incidents that frighten many women. The murder of that teacher in London, Sabina Nessa and of course the killing of three young children and a mother. Can it be that women must always go in fear when they step out at night? Or when a relationship goes wrong? Empty questions for there will always be bad as well as good. But it brought back the memory of arguing with Matilda about catching a taxi from Kings Cross and not walking back to her flat. Which she did of course.
But to even the mood up, I watched my favourite knitting vlog, no knitting in it but a drive along German motorways ending in Yorkshire and Sheffield being described as 'pretty'!