“They’ve closed Godiva Chocolates!” my husband moaned.
I gave him a look. “I don’t think chocolatiers are considered an essential business.”

“But chocolate is essential to my happiness!”

“Don’t you complain,” I said. “Ellen is in repeats, and I’ve seen them all.”

I sighed. Welcome to day eleven of our self-isolation. Not that either of us have any symptoms, thank goodness, but we’re cautious and following health department guidelines that include constant hand washing, escaping the house only once a week to buy groceries – which means no sneaking out for a treat – following Prime Minister Trudeau’s daily encouraging updates, and trying to stay optimistic while watching depressing TV news.

We’re all missing the good old days of just a few weeks ago, and adjusting the best we can. I loved meeting clients face-to-face once a month for private sessions at a cozy little room at the local library. But those, too, have been put on hold, where I now “physical distance” with people via teleconferencing on the computer.

Having to cancel dates serving at Spiritualist churches and centres saddens me. At these appearances, my husband lectured on spiritual topics and I brought messages from spirit to members of the congregation. I love doing the work, and enjoy even more the fellowship of hanging around afterward for conversation and tea, and watching with amusement my husband making a mad dash for the goodie tray.

“We will get through it,” I hear our leaders say.

This, too, shall pass, spirit whispers in my ear.

Here’s what helps me get through it: Talking on the telephone every day to my sister and daughter. My stepdaughter emailing songs she thinks I’d enjoy listening to. Daily walks around the neighbourhood, where people I’ve never seen before greet me with a smile like I’ve known them for years, finding consistency in my daily routine.

And most important, knowing our dedicated healthcare professionals are working tirelessly, harder than I ever could, to keep us safe. I do so hope our government is supporting them in every way. God bless them all. The same goes for the grocery clerks, mail providers, drugstore attendants, bank tellers, delivery truck drivers and I’m sure dozens of other essential workers that, at the moment, don’t come to mind.

And I feel for those touched by the sorrow and pain the pandemic has created. God bless these individuals as well. We must do what we can for those whose lives have forever been altered by those microscopic invaders from an unseen world.

The next couple months promise to be a succession of days similar to today and yesterday. Yet I’m committed to do my part to keeping my fellow Canadians safe. I’ll let my husband do the complaining for both of us – it’s not often – really. Me, I’m happy to see the sun set and then rise the next day. And I look forward to the friendly faces I’ll see on my walk this afternoon.

If you have any questions or comments on this subject or on any other spiritual matter, feel free to write me at mail @ And please visit me again!


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