Yesterday we heard of a New Zealand woman in her nineties who died from the Corona virus, contracted somehow in her otherwise secure Rest Home. No family were allowed to attend her. She died among strangers, and her body prepared in cold isolation from everyone. Thankfully, she is only the second person to die from this dreaded disease in this country. When I heard her story on the news, I spared a thought for the three Marys too.
What useful things may we now do with our time before we are safe to be released from our imposed isolation? Will it be simply filled with mindless entertainment and trips to the fridge? Or will the forced slowdown teach us afresh the value of our relationships, and the benefits from taking time to nurture and to cherish? Hopefully so. May it last.