My Heartsongs Podcast #92 Coronavirus Part Eight: Waiting

Waiting waiting waiting. Sto Aspettando. My primary sensation as I awake each morning is that of waiting. Sure there is a well of sadness and a tinge of anxiety as well, but waiting is the dominant chord. Waiting to embrace my daughters again, waiting for friends who are ill to recover, waiting for some semblance of return to normal. There is more than enough analysis, assessment, projection prediction forecast all of which are fancy words for guess. So I am also waiting for science to clarify, for the political divisiveness to ease.