Wounded

 

 

 

 

"Wounded"

Birch Bark - Hall Art Foundation - Reading VT
Nikon D800e
Nikkor 50.00mm 1.4 lens
Lightroom
Snapseed
Brushtroke

Last night, Doff and I went out to an "inside-dining" restaurant for the first time since December 2020. We chose the restaurant because of its reputation for Covid mitigation as well as for its delicious food. The whole experience was just wonderful - food - service - atmosphere - Covid mitigation. The restaurant is Rossetti in Beverly MA. If you're in the neighborhood, it's well worth a visit. At one point during the meal, we talked about the pandemic.. I said "One positive thing I've gotten out of the pandemic is that the list of things I don't give a fuck about is way longer than it used to be.."  Now, Doff and I have been together since we were teenagers.. She's been with me day in and day out for the last two years without the benefit of me spending most of my waking hours at the Joe Big-Ass Corporation.. She knew what I just blurted out could charitably have been considered wishful thinking  but more likely was just pure, unmitigated bullshit.. Her reply? A raised eyebrow and a simple "Oh really?" Upon further reflection - I decided that the whole notion that I've become somehow more mellow, more filled with equanimity, as a result of witnessing the slow-rolling viral carnage is pure, unmitigated bullshit. If anything - I am more raw - more vigilant for perceived slights - and way (way) less tolerant of whatever bullshit I encounter. Running on fumes is a apt assessment.. White knuckling is another apt assessment..    It is at times like these that I take great comfort in The First Dharma Seal - nothing lasts - not even raw woundedness - not even hopelessness - everything passes.

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