A Day In Life Of A No-Vax
This infographic is what somebody in Italy thought might be helpful for the ‘no-vax’ to know about their day, and what they are allowed to do and what they can’t do, so I thought I would share a day in my life as a ‘no-vax.’
On Friday, three new friends came to my house. They were people who I had never met before, but had connected with online. I cooked them lunch and we sat down at the kitchen table. The next thing I knew it was getting dark, and when we looked at the clock it was 5pm. The time had flown by as we talked and talked about life in this strange world where we are pushed out and have found new ways of being.
These connections, are so magical. Meeting people for the first time, and feeling as if you already know them deeply. Meeting as if in another reality, far away from everything we have left behind. This new reality is still unfolding, with all it’s potentiality and possibility, but one thing I am beginning to realise is that whatever we have lost in their reality, we will make again anew in ours. And it will be so much more beautiful.
A week or so ago, I dreamt that I was standing in a crowd of NHS workers, who were about to lose their jobs. I was asking around for a doctor, because I needed one, but I didn’t want one of ‘those’ doctors, who has stayed on, in ‘their’ reality, but one who wants to make something new.
Today in my life as a ‘no-vax’ I stayed at home with my daughter, who was literally jumping for joy about being in quarantine after positive cases at her school. COVID is rampant there. Multiple classes are constantly going into quarantine. A stark contrast to a year ago when there was only one or two off for the whole of the year. So much for the vaccines. I started an online homeopathy course with like-minded souls and we are learning how homeopathy can be used to heal from the virus, and damage control from the vaccines. It gave me hope that we will be able to support those who are harmed, as much as is possible. Then I helped my daughter clean-up the kitchen after baking and we went about our day.
No, I can’t go to the tobacconist but why would I want to? After all these years, I’ve learnt to respect my body, care for my health and pick up the pieces of a brutal medical system that has already injured me. And now it is practically forcing their experimental injections on people and then mocking us with cartoons.
I commented on a friend’s fb post to empathise with with her struggles in Italy, this country that seems filled with prison bars. Someone commented that the important thing to know was that it’s still ‘perfect’ and I found myself feeling triggered at the bypassing thought that the struggles exist within perfection. And yet, despite the struggles, there are moments of perfection, and days of perfection. And life is actually still, pretty good.
As the three friends left on Friday, we talked about meeting for more conversations, about the spring, and the summer and swimming in the pool. They told me about a bar, that never asks for the Green Pass, and never gets closed down. (funny that, the police can’t really do anything, because the rules aren’t laws). The owner runs a beach club too. There are places to go, and people to meet, most of whom I probably would never have met without this happening. For all this I am so extremely grateful. And to all those who would like us to suffer. I am here to tell you that I feel so incredibly joyful, and grateful, for my life. And I know that whatever you throw at us, a higher power will use it for good.