Covid Earth

Covid Earth

by Joe Armstrong

Life, as we know it, has changed.

Humanity is humbled by a microbe.

This morning, I look at the sky, beautiful and blue.

I hear birdsong.

I breathe.

I, for now, am one of the lucky ones.

Inhaling breath, exhaling, inhaling.

Alive, healthy, breathing still.

The earth breathes too,

Much of it relieved by our humbling.

Demand lessened, growth stalled,

The earth made blue again

By our demise.

Joe Armstrong © 2020

Covid Earth: This morning, I look at the sky, beautiful and blue. I hear birdsong.
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I wrote Covid Earth a few weeks ago. Covid-19 has changed all our lives. It has caused us to stop and reflect. It has disrupted our plans and cleared our diaries. It has stopped or slowed the frenzy in many people’s lives.

No wedding is worth the death or serious ill-health of anyone. Covid-19 has tested our values. It invites us to reconsider what is most important about our big day. It is an opportunity for each of us to review our lives.

It gives us, the lucky ones who are still alive, time. It confronts each of us with the inevitable reality our mortality. Each of us will die. Some monks dig clay from their grave every day. It isn’t morbid. It’s truth.

I have finished a book during lockdown – writing one, that is. I’ve read plenty too.

I also downloaded and filled in the Think Ahead template. It will make life easier for people whenever I kick the bucket – which hopefully won’t happen for a long time yet! I suggest you download the editable PDF – it will make it easier for you to update it every year or so. And don’t forget to share it with your loved ones. It’s really for them that you are doing it.

Covid Earth: To learn more about Think Ahead, see here: https://hospicefoundation.ie/programmes/public-awareness/think-ahead/what-is-think-ahead/

There is a lot positive to be gained from lockdown. Who knew that birds sang so loud! Less traffic on our roads. More silence. For the lucky ones, time spent with loved ones.

For me, it has been good to remember what I love to do: write for a living and conduct Humanist ceremonies.

Famine

Famine

by Joe Armstrong

Famine. Famine. Can I imagine it?

Famine. Either a feast or a famine.

Feasts I know. But famine?

Work drying up, the closest I know. Money tight. Or doing a fast, perhaps.

But famine. Famine!

Hunger. I’ve been peckish for a meal. But everyday persistent aching hunger?

Hunger. Countrywide hunger. A nation on its knees.

Beggared. The shame of hunger. Unasked for. Not chosen.

Crops fail. Shock. Fear. Courage! We are strong.

Crops fail again. And again.

Soup kitchens. Food parcels. No money for rent.

Disaster.

Bodies shrink. Tall emaciated figures on Custom House Quay in Dublin: our ancestors.

Children dead. Relatives dead. Neighbours dead.

The boat to England, America, anywhere away from this godforsaken land of hunger and famine.

Famine.

Can we imagine it?

Joe Armstrong © 2014

Famine. Famine. Can I imagine it? Taoiseach Enda Kenny with Ruth and Joe Armstrong 2014

Famine. Famine. Can I imagine it? Written by Joe Armstrong, it was first delivered in the presence of dignitaries including Taoiseach Enda Kenny TD at National Famine Commemoration, Strokestown Park, Co. Roscommon, Sunday 11 May 2014. Broadcast on RTE television.

Note on Famine. Famine.

Famine. Famine. Can I imagine it? I tried to visualise what it was like to be destitute during the Irish famine. It left such an indelible scar on the Irish psyche.

Compared to the famine, the Covid-19 lockdown of 2020, while tragic, stressful, worrying and fearful for so many people, is of a different scale to the Great Hunger. A million of us are not dying. A million of us are not emigrating. Most of us are well fed, clothed and housed compared to the catastrophe of the Irish famine.

Our ancestors hadn’t enough food to stay alive. Many of us are putting pounds on during lockdown. Tens of thousands of our ancestors were destitute. Most of us have the protections of the State to assist us, such as the Pandemic Unemployment Payment. We stand in compassion with all who suffer and with gratitude for all that we have and are.