I remember, years ago, hearing a story on the radio about the power of visualization. The story talked about children who had cancer. They were taught to envision PAC Men in their bodies, crushing and eating the cancer cells. That image has stuck with me.
Recently, I saw an image encouraging people people to stay inside. There were giant spiky red COVID germs looming over a city scene. It made me visualize the virus everywhere, inescapable it seemed.
Last week, our state enforced some new grocery store procedure. The number of people into stores was limited and aisles were only to be traveled in one direction. Many stores put arrows down on the ground to show the direction for each aisle. Now people were playing PAC Man in the grocery store, traveling in one direction, avoiding one another and the virus.
I haven’t seen those arrows, I’ve stayed home for over a month now. I’ve never been a video game player and don’t care to play real life PAC Man. I know I’m privileged to have this option. My dad is an ICU Nurse and every day that he goes to work, I imagine him riding in the elevator with those red spiky COVID germs getting ready to play a really advanced level of PAC Man.
I’m now visualizing a bubble of love wrapped around him, keeping him and everyone else who walks head on into the virus safe and protected.