Covid: coping without cornucopia

Remember that Joni Mitchell song with those lyrics, ‘You don’t know what you you’ve got ’til it’s gone’? Well, ain’t that just so true?

Don’t know about you, but from lockdown to look out, from sanitise to de-sensitise, and many more places in between that we’ve all had to grin and bear this year, the future seems to get grimmer and grimmer, with little or no light at the end of the tunnel.

Yet I still troll the holiday pages, checking prices and destinations, making wishes and hopes and dreams that most likely won’t come true. There is a solace in that, in planning, even though hidden away for that moment in time, our brain is telling us it’s a waste of effort, a useless notion. But isn’t it better to travel than to arrive? One guru thought so, and I’m discovering that armchair travel can be just as exciting as being there.

Because there is still hope out there somewhere over this deep dark horizon we callCoronavirus. One day it will be possible to get on a flight to anywhere and everywhere, one day we will be able to press the lift button with our fingertips and one day, in the not-too-distant future, we’ll all go out into the street and cheer and celebrate and hug each other, and laugh and smile with feeling and an unspoken sense of gratitude for what might have been lost forever.

Because it is so true—we don’t know what we’ve got—’til it’s gone! And, for me, they’ll never be able to pave paradise here, in Noosa.

- Rebecca S Mason