The year 2020 will be remembered as the year of the coronavirus. It will be remembered as the year of social distancing, lockdowns and staying indoors even when the sun was shining, flowers were flourishing, and birds were singing their sweet songs in the spring.
I was in the fortunate position to be able to take that time of self-isolation as a blessing, a time for spiritual retreat and a time for reflection. I read Rumi and Hafiz. I read Shakespeare’s sonnets. I read Rabindranath Tagore. I thought of the word ‘quarantine’ and its association with Lent: I learned that originally it referred ...
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