A Note on Self-Isolation, Love, and Receivership

Updated: Aug 10

Because if ever there was a time for Love, the time is now. When I say "I love you" and you say it back, I imagine our words and intentions colliding in midair: a sweet moment suspends in time, and our eyes crinkle in mirth and mutual understanding. Love itself lives in the intangible and liminal space between us, anchored between your heart and mine - we two souls who hold a gaze a moment longer in order to witness the precious resource that is Love itself.

To see and to allow oneself to be seen in the vulnerability that truth Love.  However, without vulnerability and reciprocity, Love loses it's footing, Love struggles, Love fades, Love leaks out of the cracks in our armor and travels to find a home elsewhere where it dreams of being more tenderly cultivated.

Self-isolation is - at its core - an act of Love for greater humanity.

Self-isolation is a demonstration of solidarity with the people who are on the front lines of this crisis: the healthcare workers, care givers, and human beings who do not have the easy choice or ability to self-isolate.

Our country has been existing in a state of inequality so profoundly vast it is only sustainable in capitalism through emotional violence and dissociative blindness to the suffering apparent everywhere: dominant culture gaslights the working class into blaming themselves for not being able to make rent, and dismisses the voices of Black and Indigenous People of Color (BIPOC) who speak what's true to those in power about the vast and inescapable truth of the genocides committed on this land and the perniciously evil systems that uphold and perpetuate the racist fable of white supremacy.

Due to this systemic inequality, many historically marginalized, working class, and BIPOC communities are going to be the most directly impacted by this crisis as it evolves and deepens across industries. Without Universal Basic Income (UBI), economic insecurity will grow, mental health will reach a point of crisis in isolation, homelessness will increase, and latent racial and economic tensions will surface and erupt as we move collectively towards the direction of fear.

Somewhere inside of me, my wise inner voice knows that self-isolation is an acknowledgement of our shared humanity and individual responsibility to the collective, yet, to me it feels like an act of fear.

Doctors and healthcare workers don't have the choice to self-isolate, what gives me the right to act out of self-preservation when those who serve humanity are on the front lines risking their lives and families? 

Is self-isolation really an act of Love?

As I have ruminated on the nature of love this week, the phrase "give and take" has been perniciously cycling through my mind.

Give and take. Give...and take.

Take what?

Take back? Take away?

I've realized that this phrase was haunting me precisely because of it's incongruous relationship with the reciprocal nature of Love itself.

Give and take. Who does the "taking?"

Where and when does the taking end?

Who decides who gets to do the "taking?"