Beauty, imagination and enchantment in a COVID-19 world

Everything about being in love is supersonic-personified. I don’t know yet if I can change the world, but today for a smart change I am going to try. I am not going to explain to my inner girl child anything about the torment of the world, I am going to talk about finding the joy, the giddiness of falling in love with your soulmate, falling in love again with humanity, falling in love again the with the universe like I did when I first read A Brief History of Time. You are the master of the universe, I am the master of the universe. See what I did there. I made a breakthrough. I broke through the “human stain”and the inequality of inequality and it feels as if I, yes I just invented the belief of gravity. Its urgency and its push and its pull.

Its sway and roar. The fact that it is a champion and a well-built machine. It feels as if I invented the sea. I remember the sea of my childhood. Teenage couples on the beach.

Married couples on the beach holding hands and with their children. I remember that every day I went to the beach how spectacular the people were. I wanted their happiness. To want happiness is never feeling fulfilled. I certainly never felt fulfilled as a child, growing up. It was tough. It was insurmountably hard to find myself. It took the better part of twenty odd years to find the purpose and meaning in life, in my own life. It took me twenty odd years to fall in love, to fall in love again with me. And realise this. That you should always be the most important person in your life. I don’t know if I can change the world yet. These I know, I know, are not the last words I have. These words are my own. They belong to the elements and dimensions and particles of the universe. It is exclusive to nature.

To the wind and the rain. These words are amazing to me.

Uncomplicated, not as complicated as I am. Simple, not as complex as I am. Have I said yet, that love, all of love, the return to love, the spiritual awakening of love is supersonic-personified. I am trying not to think of COVID-19. My life is a dream with words in it.

When I wake up it turns into reality. It turns me into a storyteller.

It turns me on a good day into a poet, a diary page, an entire journal filled from beginning to end, and a wristwatch. This is me, waiting for my turn to talk in that moment when I met you, and COVID-19 that turned the world into a pandemic.

So, I release my potential into the world as an empath and as a storyteller, as a poet and an epic communicator. Whether there is love and injustice in the world, know this, know this sweet and indefinable truth, that we are all inter-connected. That we are all loved. That we are all spiritual disciples. That we are all poets. For me, words are like an art. Art is what I know. So, I write these words to you, VIrgil, because you have become all my reasons, my art, my philosophy for living. You have inspired me to greatness in my own life and most all, you make me laugh with your cute self and your noble smile, and your forward-thinking ideas that are innovative and phenomenal and all I want to do is inspire greatness in your own life.

Abigail George
Abigail George
Abigail George is a researcher and historian. Follow her on Facebook, Linkedin and Instagram @abigailgeorgepoet.