Look, Peter, the sky. (she looks up through the skylight) What a lovely, lovely day! Aren't the clouds beautiful? You know what I do when it seems as if I couldn't stand being cooped up for one more minute? I think myself out. I think myself on a walk in the park where I used to go with Pim. Where the jonquils and the crocus and the violets grow down the slopes. You know the most wonderful part about thinking yourself out? You can have it any way you like. You can have roses and violets and chrysanthemums all blooming at the same time? It's funny. I used to take it all for granted. And now I've gone crazy about everything to do with nature. Haven't you?
From the Play, "Diary of Anne Frank," by Alfred Hackett and Frances Goodrich, based on Anne Frank's Diary
Living through a pandemic is nothing like what Anne Frank and her family went through while hiding from the Nazis in Holland during World War II, but I thought of these words today while walking through the park near where I live. Our enforced isolation is making me look at the World with new eyes, feeling even more appreciative of the little things, like Daffodils blooming and children playing and couples walking arm and arm -- social distancing be damned...
I have seen all of those things in the past few days, including crazy hot rodding teens doing gravity defying feats like flying through the air on their skateboards; Lulu, my little darling Chihuahua weenie leaping and whirling at the dog run where pet parents met to commiserate and offer warmth. Civil society is holding and a sense of our common humanity is emerging. I saw a sign today in my neighborhood saying anyone who needs help, please text or call.
Our sense of mortality has never been so apparent, both individually and as a global community. Amid all of this, I found in myself this mantra.
As Susan Hayward once declared in the movies: "I want to Live!"