When there seems to be no end in sight ...

 When there seems to be no end in sight ...

Dr Who 2010 not 2012   

In the UK – and elsewhere – there is a sense of this pandemic and its restrictions on daily life being never-ending.  In the darkest days of winter it’s hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel.  It feels over-whelming and as though we’re trying to trudge through deep mud.  These feelings all come within the ambit of the remedies in the Despair and Despondency Group.

There is the sense of feeling overwhelmed (Elm), of the bottomless pit of Sweet Chestnut, the plodding despair of Oak.  For many who have isolated for 6 months or more, there is now a lack of confidence about going out in public as it seems too risky (Larch), while for those who feel public places will never be hygienic enough to avoid contamination, there is Crab Apple.

Those who believe they will never get over the grief of losing someone at this time, or who feel guilty for maybe surviving while loved ones didn’t, or who feel resentful at the unfairness of it all will be needing Star of Bethlehem, Pine or Willow respectively.  All of the above remedies are defined by the sense that a (current) situation is going to go on for ever, that there is no way out.

But the birds singing in the garden this morning remind us that despite all appearances to the contrary, the Northern Hemisphere is turning towards the sun, the days are getting longer, spring is on its way and hope, like a mushroom, will pop up out of the dark to remind us that we are all being drawn towards the light.