On Covid, existential angst, and our longing for a spirit moment

Spring flowers in our back yard. Photographed by Almut Furchert

Friends and fellow travelers,

We spent Pentecost weekend at our fireplace, recouping from our encounter with Covid. The illness we dreaded and protected ourselves from for more than two years finally arrived at our house. We met it with a mix of surprise, relief and uncertainty. It was as if some one had lifted the lid to all existential angst at once. I was afraid for my unvaccinated child in ways I have not known before as I was for my older husband. It almost felt like this intruding virus reminded us as it took over each of our cells of the devastating toll in its early days of arrival on the world stage.

Dear friends who have been through the experience before listened to my worries, offered virtual companionship, brought food or herbal remedies.

We have been well cared for and we are grateful that we have made it seemingly unscarred through a disease which has been so devastating to so many.

Existential angst is a doub…