Rama Jyoti Vernon
The door suddenly flung open and my youngest daughter, Mira swooped in with her aromatic aerosol sprays and antiseptic wipes and cloths. She leapt into the room like an avenging angel ready to do battle, to save my husband and me from the Novel Coronavirus. She reminded me of the Russian Logo of St. George, wielding a gleaming sword of justice against the dragon of destruction.
Without a hug, and keeping her distance of six feet, she sprayed and wiped, disinfecting surfaces, cracks, floors and ceilings with her magical potions. The fragrant vapors and sprays surrounded us like spirits descending from invisible worlds beyond our earthly vision. She then whipped up a concoction of 19 Ayurvedic herbs recommended by one of her teachers to boost the immune system. As if this wasn’t enough, she prepared a home-cooked meal of aromatic herbs, grains and fresh vegetables to sustain and protect our elderly auras.
After we ate this scrumptious meal sitting at least six feet apart, Mira leapt up like Hanuman. She seemed to glide through the air as she again sprayed and wiped all surfaces with her self-created disinfectants. She instructed Max and me in the art of washing every crack and fiber of our hands, and our Being. She soon disappeared like a fairy spirit into the desert night on her chariot, traveling to Santa Fe and leaving us feeling light, happy and so very antiseptically clean…with nowhere to go.