Eskimo Coats

Easter Sunday and the fortieth Covid blog.🐰

So, today is Easter Sunday, celebrated around the world by Christians. On Good Friday I was able to spend an hour in reflection in church which was important to me, even though I watched the morning service online today.

Being in an actual church felt like the world opening up a little and seemed such a poignant point in time.

Something else I try to do on Good Friday is watch the musical ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ and although I have the DVD I watched it online. I think perhaps because I knew other people were watching at the same time, which again felt important.

This musical was the first musical I saw when I was growing up, apart from the usual pantomimes and it touched me in a way like no other. Watching it this time, touched me in another way as the credits rolled.

Looking at the sea of humanity it felt bizarre to imagine that amount of people in the same space again and it made me so sad to think that once this was just our normality and that now we see it as strange.

I am sure it will be once more but at the moment it seems a like a distant dream.

This week has been a strange week, I have recently been reading about memories which sparked memories of my own and my childhood.

I think we so often see ourselves in a different way to how others perceive us. However, I have since learned of course that it doesn’t matter, but it took me time and it is so difficult when you are young, when being out of step feels like everything.

Ford Strike Kid

I was laughed at when I was thirteen

I wasn’t wearing the right jeans

I wanted a Eskimo coat with pink fur

We can’t afford it, my mum said

My cousin got one though 

I didn’t go on the ‘abroad’ trips at school

We can’t afford it, my mum said 

But I did go to Wales 

Money found for theatre trips

Much more important, my mum said 

She was right

I was forever out of step 

Except once

When my auntie me sent me a pair of black ski pants,

adorned with shining, silver, side zips

They smirked again

But three weeks later 

When the laughing girls were wearing them

I wore my sardonic smile with pride 

I didn’t know back then

It would make me stronger

But I still dream, of that Eskimo coat

The one with the pink fur

Joy M Louisa

I think we all feel a little out of place in this current climate but I am hopeful, that we will all find those metaphorical ski pants, the ones with the silver zips, for summer is coming.

Stay Safe,

Joy xxx