Unmasking A New Reality.

A look beneath.

Isn't it funny how our habits have changed? Take the fact that our new make-up is made of cloth and quite comforting. Comforting for many reasons to do with corona but also a nifty way to circumvent lipstick and co. Going out in public only really requires our eyes to be made up although I doubt that anyone takes the time to look at them. Social distancing etc.

Bob and I have two different styles. One for going into town, and one for local meanderings. Town means many more encounters and thus a proper handmade mask replaces our usual neck chiefs. Those sporty things that can be used as a headband or now a facial covering. I must say I feel naked without it.

We have a stash of five, ranging from bright orange via camouflage to a dull black. Each evening I hand wash the two we've worn for the day and let them dry on the rack overnight. A new routine. A new reality. Stepping outside of our house without a mask of sorts is not on.

Wearing a mask signals that we care. Not just about ourselves but also about those we encounter along the way. Wearing masks gets some eyebrow raises from those ' it's just like the flu ' but one can tell that they do feel self conscious being the odd ones out with their bare faces. Stupidity and selfishness knows no bounds.

Our new reality has changed priorities and is teaching us humility. In the great prophetic words...

This too shall pass.

Biggi