Unlike many others, I am social distancing in the truest form of the word, and though I am an introvert though and through, Even in this relative isolation, I am feeling all of the angst, anger, and frustration, and even fear that is swirling like some sort of toxic gas in my community. All if this is in response to the pressures to have everyone limit their bubble to their home partners.
In response, my neighbours seem to be visiting each other now more than once a day despite the instructions of the provincial government. They are already moaning about not being able to go anywhere and visit anyone, and about their families not being able to return to visit in their homes. And then they wonder why we don’t come over for wine and hors d’oeuvres or a neighbourly meal.
My wife and I do go out of our home. Every day we go for walks. When the wind blows too strongly, we put on our winter boots with ice cleats and walk around town, walks that range from three to six kilometres. When the wind abates, we head out into the countryside for longer walks ranging from six to twelve kilometres.
On those rare moments we pass anyone on our walks, they are always at least five metres away. Our rationale is simple – if we can’t travel to see our children and grandchildren because of COVID19 rules, then we aren’t going to replace them with non-family whom we are also required to avoid in this period of stringent rules. Now, this does take a toll on the psyche, even for an introvert.
Since my last visit here, I have written/edited everyday. I have also put up two more posts at a sister site called Through a Jungian Lens. The site is not about naturism in any way, shape or form. It is focused on psychology. More specifically, it is about my resonances with Jungian psychology. The present series of posts deal with issues of the masculine which in our modern world seem to come to the forefront as both men and women reach midlife. If interested, don’t hesitate to check it out.
As well, I have returned to an older work-in-progress, a historical novel that is eerily realistic. It is hard to actually describe it as a novel as the plot line of history has already been written. My story in this book follows one man through a number of decades from his appearance in history [a real man] at the Battle of Hastings to his reappearance in the first Crusade, the Crusade of Princes. The man existed and had his name recorded in both events. In telling his story, there was no option but to fill in all of the holes that history leaves behind. This book about a Crusader is the follow-up to my recently published book, A Tale of Two Vikings.
I am hoping that over the next few days, I will return to speak more about personality types and naturism. Until then, stay safe.