Stumbling into words when her body could do barely anything else, poet-theologian and rabbinical student Devon Spier overcame lifelong writer's block in the winter of 2017 and hasn't stopped writing since. An accidental elixir of mistake-ridden tirades punctuating the daily dirges and oh-so-familiar acts of a world wiser and yet laughably, cryingly gone sideways...This collection of short coronavirus-themed meditations un-sanitizes the strange griefs and grandeurs we are individually and in shared, albeit mystical but mundane ways, all currently experiencing during the pandemic. Here, queer and unsurprisingly weird, Devon offers up a shamelessly unknowing meditation, the kind of world-worn oh-whoopsy theology that is in the same breath funny but fearless, hopeful but skeptical, tired, so very tried, tried and always (somehow?) completely true: Anger. Fear. Hurt. Hope. Solace. Surrender and no shortage of grace..."Dear heart, you can just stay." A food and work addict with 30+ years of chronic illnesses, strange symptoms, off-the-beaten-path life experiences and recently, a major life-threatening illness that blew apart her entire life, Devon has learned and constantly relearns to risk it all to honour, care for and recover her true self. With days in the maddening lull of lockdown and nights spent coping with newly surfaced memories of sexual abuse, "Pandemonia" became Devon's salvation but even more, her living, breathing truth. Stopping to thank the masked stranger, yell periodically at G-d and all the while lamenting and celebrating her lack of faith, she impels readers to make out mostly meaning and all the heart-shattering, opening and still-very-much stabbing glass ceilings in this global meltdown/moment. Offering the praise words and more often than not curse words of the urgent and unknown, Devon reminds each of us that we can make a faithful religion of right now. And each day, we can weather the states of our selves and embrace the united states of Pandemonia for hope-making and transformative good.