The Meadow
Imagine a meadow full of flowers. Flowers in every colour and of every type. All standing tall next to one another in a meadow dusted in soft sunlight. Each flower strong and in full bloom, with each pedal representing life, love, friendship, family and dreams. Then one day a storm brew in winds that became deadly to some and damaging to others. Leaving a constant shadow with a cold breeze upon this meadow, which brought feelings of loneliness, disappointments, failures and heartbreak. Many pedals got damaged, some lost forever. No flower remained in full bloom. Friends were separated, dreams were lost, and life had stopped and re-built, many grieved, plenty cried. The damage was real, tangible and visible. We are in the midst of this meadow; we are the flowerets loosing our pedals. The winds that blew in are still blowing strong around us in pandemic force. We may feel like we’re winning, sometimes loosing, plenty times surviving.Â
But the reality is that we’re all losing something. We’re loosing lives, love, dreams, stability, friends, sentimental memories. Most of all we’ve lost our old entity. With a second one given. In a world that has become black and white become a beam of pure sunshine. Our new world needs it now more than ever.Â







