Today we have reached a very sad COVID milestone…

...over 400,000 US deaths

  & over 2 million deaths globally.


We have all suffered so greatly from this terrible pandemic.

We must remember all those we have lost and extend our hearts and compassion to all those who have lost their precious loved ones. 

We must also remember those who have recovered from this ominous virus and the difficult path ahead for them, especially those who will go on to suffer  from the ravages this virus leaves behind.

We manual therapists must step into the fray to offer our unique talents to help relieve their suffering. 





Words cannot capture this terrible moment.

...but poems can sometimes come close. 


In Blackwater Woods

Mary Oliver

"Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars



of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,




the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders



of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is


nameless now.

Every year


I have ever learned



in my lifetime

leads back to this: the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side



is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

To live in this world



you must be able

to do three things:

to love what is mortal;

to hold it




against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

and, when the time comes to let it go,

to let it go."




W.S. Merwin

"Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its color."



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