First, here is September’s calendar.
There are two streams of thought running through my mind. Maybe they appear separate at first, but they intertwine because everything does. At least in my mind.
First, we are dealing with two pandemics: Covid-19 and Trumpism. Most of us wear masks to protect each other from the first, and I wonder, what are all the different ways we can protect each other from that broken man and his party, intent on destroying us all?
The other stream is the idea of chronic and acute.
A personal story: I have some minor health issues related to inflammation. Rosacea, wonky digestion, fatigue, and fibromyalgia. (The last is not minor for so many, but mine is very much under control.) I have worked with a functional medicine provider, and I know what I need to do to take care of myself. And sometimes, I don’t do all the things. Several months ago, I had a stress reaction, and my face exploded. It was burning hot, bright red and swollen, and where it wasn’t swollen, there were deep grooves. Scary as hell. And yet, nothing serious. By the time I got to urgent care, the swelling had died down and I was back to my normal. And there have been no face explosions since. For me, it was an outer manifestation of inner unrest and a colorful illustration of the inner-connectedness of acute and chronic.
Speaking more globally, the acute is obvious (see Covid and Trump) and like all emergencies must be dealt with immediately. So, we vote, we mask up, we donate, we write postcards to voters, we talk to our people, and we do whatever we can to stop the bleeding. And then, we look at how we got here. Or, ideally, we work on both the acute and the chronic at the same time, if we can find the energy and the will.