Today was tough. I’m not gonna lie. Easter didn’t feel like Easter. The weather was okay, but there was this pall cloaking the usual Easter happiness. I didn’t watch the news. I wanted to, specifically CBS Sunday Morning, but it was interrupted by Covid 19 updates. So I turned off the TV.
The day was a litany of ick: lost patience with my Munchkin, problems with his phone, burned my fingers on dinner, bad mood overall. And then, the desert I had picked up for Easter had mold by the time we were ready. I just wanted to crawl under the covers and wait for tomorrow.
But I, no wait, the Easter bunny brought The Rise of Skywalker in an Easter basket. We are HUGE Star Wars fans, and our house is nearly a shrine with two lightsabers, every movie, some in multiple formats and versions, 33 hard cover books, three video games, and at least 40, yes, 40 Lego kits that have all been built. DH suggested we watch the movie tonight as a family.
So we did.
And for a few hours, were were in a universe far, far away where Light fights the Dark both within and without. The characters must face their true selves and stare down their demons. And all must work together to survive, even if it means some won’t. The message of Star Wars has always been one of hope. Even in those films where things look most dire, such as The Empire Strikes Back.
When the movie closes with Rey on Tatooine taking the name of Skywalker, we know she has changed. She has faced her dark side, defeated evil embodied in Palpatine, and has landed in the Skywalker home. I always felt that telling. The last scene isn’t with her standing on a star ship, or receiving accolades in a ceremony. Her last scene is as humble as her beginning.
Covid 19 is humbling us all.
We must face our inner demons, protect ourselves and those who cannot protect themselves from those who would take advantage of us, and we must see this through together.
Our lives will be forever changed, but we can decide how.
Namaste
Meandering Through Midlife 
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