In her post titled ‘Time out of time’, HecateDemeter opens with this line, ‘…There are only three days now – yesterday, today, and tomorrow…’ and there my attention stayed as I thunked thoughts of my own.
Yesterday – hmm … well, gone for good, I’d say. We, (humans) for the most part, weren’t listening anyway, so hence this bigger, much bigger, wake-up call.
Today – a waiting game, that we get through the best we can at any given moment.
Tomorrow – a three-fer:
Tomorrow, as in the day after today, isn’t going to be all that different from today.
The tomorrow after that will be a bit different in that ‘lockdown measures’ will start to ease, and those desperate to ‘return’ to ‘normal’ will feel their stress levels rise as the truth of what that ‘normal’ really means sinks in.
The final tomorrow – the one that is somewhere waaaay over there and months away, no-one knows anything about. ‘Talking heads’ will (and already are) positing what ‘things’ will be like then, as though nations bankrupting themselves, the failure of globalisation, and wealth continuing to ‘trickle’ upwards, will be ‘business as usual’.
I certainly don’t know … I have a bit of a list of things that I hope for, another list a bit longer, sadly, of things that I fear will happen, (which I put no energy into, ‘cos that path leads to the Dark Side) … but no, I don’t know … all there is in this moment in time, is yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
In the meantime, Bob the Bluebird of Bitterness has hunted and gathered these treats for you …