Some thing that made me happy this week was the icicles. I love the way the sun glistened through them. I love the whole idea of snow melting and changing from one form to another. How relatively quickly there’s a change in the structure of a flake on the roof, to a drop rolling down an icicle and freezing in a different location. The world is full of miracles too often overlooked because we are so busy. For me that has been the blessing of CoVid (if there is such a thing). I am noticing things that were at the periphery of my comings and goings of a “normal daily life”. Many of these things now take center stage, such the morning sun casting shadows and shining outside my window bring me joy in new ways.
March 15, 2021
March 5, 2021 I have kept journals over my years on earth. I started one when I was in fifth grade, and I have always found them to be useful. I can look back and jog my memory, and I can keep up with future expectations. This journal has been useful to me because I have had a place to vent, and I have answered prompts that kept my focus on my fellow humans and my neighbors as well as myself. It has been a lonely year, and I for one cannot wait until the isolation requirements are over.
March 7, 2021