We are not in the same boat

I heard that we are all in the same boat, but it’s not like that. We are in the same storm, but not in the same boat. Your ship could be shipwrecked and mine might not be. Or vice versa.

For some, quarantine is optimal. A moment of reflection, of re-connection, easy in flip flops, with a cocktail or coffee. For others, this is a desperate financial & family crisis.

For some, their work life has been stressful, sad and draining both physically and emotionally. It has shown them the difficulties and horrors of this pandemic. While others feel “it’s what you signed up for”

For some that live alone they’re facing endless loneliness. While for others it is peace, rest & time with their mother, father, sons & daughters.

With the $600 weekly increase in unemployment some are bringing in more money to their households than they were working. Others are working more hours for less money due to pay cuts or loss in sales.

Some families of 4 just received $3400 from the stimulus while other families of 4 saw $0.

Some were concerned about getting a certain candy for Easter while others were concerned if there would be enough bread, milk and eggs for the weekend.

Some want to go back to work because they don’t qualify for unemployment and are running out of money. Others want to kill those who break the quarantine.

Some are home spending 2-3 hours/day helping their child with online schooling while others are spending 2-3 hours/day to educate their children on top of a 10-12 hour workday.

Some have experienced the near death of the virus, some have already lost someone from it and some are not sure if their loved ones are going to make it. Others don’t believe this is a big deal.

Some have faith in God and expect miracles during this 2020. Others say the worst is yet to come.

So, friends, we are not in the same boat. We are going through a time when our perceptions and needs are completely different.

Each of us will emerge, in our own way, from this storm. It is very important to see beyond what is seen at first glance. Not just looking, actually seeing.

We are all on different ships during this storm experiencing a very different journey. Be kind, always.

Unknown author

Today’s card: V of Cups


A lone figure stares regretfully at three overturned cups before him, with two behind him still standing. The sky blue, and in the distance a river flows quickly by and there is a bridge across it farther away leading to a castle.

Hindsight is always 20/20, as the saying goes, but it’s easy to get stuck back there. Your better days are always now. You cannot go back to a fervently cherished moment. Nor can you catapult forward to an equally coveted future. The way across the impassable stream will present itself. The blue sky indicates a peaceful journey. The water in the cups will sustain you. It’s time for a walk.

Zombies: Who are they?

I’ve been paying attention to alternative media for about 7 years now and I’ve been part of the prepper/survivalist community for over 4 years. In that time, the word “zombie” has come up a lot. I’ve said this to people before, but not very many folks seem to be listening.

It would be difficult to count the number of different ways people view and believe in the apocalypse. Hollywood has had a huge sway on the minds of the public and many people think about reanimated corpses staggering around attacking and eating the living. Movies present a variety of reasons for this, and unless you have your own island stocked with supplies, at some point you’re doomed.

Setting side all that, and looking at something that is more likely to happen, namely an economic collapse, what is a zombie? It’s us. Anyone who can be affected by the money and systems of support no longer being viable is a zombie. These are people who are moving from region to region. They’re going to be scared, broke, hungry, thirsty, tired. and desperate. You may have thousands of rounds of ammunition stocked up along with food, water, and other supplies, but how much compassion do you have on hand? Huh? How much understanding?

I’m not saying don’t prepare, or return to the slumbering mass of sheeple out there. I’m not saying throw open your pantries to the wandering horde. I am saying that compassion and understanding are part of your humanity and if you lose that, what in Hell is the reason for preparing? They’re not signs of weakness. You might think that you can set aside those things until the crisis is over and then return to them. You might, short term. But humans aren’t very good managers of unplugging from consciousness and it doesn’t take much for a crisis to go from short term to long. So add these things to your preps. You’re going to need them.

Prepping: Get a plan first

Back in 2010 I started listening to podcasts and following blogs related to the preparedness/survivalist movement. Anyone who’s had to deal with a power outage that lasted more than a few hours knows that you might need a few candles and extra flashlights and batteries in addition to the one in the next to the last drawer in the kitchen that you can never seem to find when you need it. The writers and voices talk about the need for redundancy in preparation for personal as well as community disasters. That’s all well and good. I have a few extra batteries for the flashlights and a few candles.

The problem is that I approached prepping the same way I approached the rest of my consumer behavior…unconsciously. I didn’t look at the amount of space I have in the house to determine where and how to store things. I didn’t think about exactly what I needed and how I was going to use it. The place was still a huge mess back then. So anything put aside as a preparedness item ended up on the pile. I started working on a 72-hr kit and buying two or three of something when I had a few extra dollars. I even took a couple of classes in survival at a school down the road. Then I had a couple of reversals happen and all the “disposable” income I was using to pay for preps ended up going to a car payment and we had a major illness in the family which put my training schedule on the back burner.

As I’ve been removing things from the house, the twos and threes of things have become ones and in some cases I’ve taken all of certain things to Goodwill. I still believe in the philosophy. G-d knows that the ATM network in town goes down on occasion and having a couple extra bucks in the pocket is a good thing. I am really liking the openness now and being able to walk over and touch a wall without stepping on something. So I don’t want to stockpile or warehouse preps. I might put up an extra shed in the backyard next year. I don’t know yet. I just don’t want to keep racks or stacks of stuff around that I’m going to have to dust.

TEOTWAWKI is largely theoretical. A collapse could happen. Hell in some circles the world has ended several times in the past five years with the financial shenanigans and bailouts. I am starting to view my cluttered, but less so, home as a very real disaster that I need to keep recovering from. The priority is clearing my living space and seeing that it stays that way. If zombies come I have a claw hammer right where I can get at it.