The biggest lessons I have learned are to slow down and notice…things oft ignored, walked over, stepped on, simply missed. And patterns are everywhere and in everything. The patterns of clouds blowing across the sky on a cloudy day, the patterns on a dragonfly’s wings, the veins in my husbands hands, the intricacies of a spiders web. The unseen patterns: of fear, of an unstructured day, a silent phone, a smile lost behind a mask. And the broken patterns… the empty calendar, the road as if falls apart, the church bell that rings but no one comes, the cancelled events, the comfort of a good solid hug. Slowing down and taking more notice has lead to appreciating the mundane more…slicing carrots and noticing the inside pattern radiating out, the stitches of the mending I’ve finally gotten to, watching a bee crawl into and out of a flower. My gratitude list grows daily.
March 7, 2022
I am continuing to mourn the death of my mother. It seems surreal because I was not able to be with her when she passed. So, I sometimes picture her waving to me from her window .We were only able to have 10 people at an outdoor graveside service. Not being surrounded by family and friends at this time has made it very difficult to move forward. I am angry at the system that denied coronavirus and wonder if she would have been alive if more steps were taken to prevent the spread. Also I am angry that this was known ,but not acted on until much later. I am angry at myself for not prioritizing being with others always because it has been very difficult to be separated from family and friends, I am disappointed with a couple friends who followed conspiracy theories. I fear that those friendships may be forever damaged beyond repair. I am angered at people refusing to take the vaccine. I fear that this will only prolong the virus. Just last week my grandkids were quarantined because the inlaws had covid. They are non believers in the virus. Their stupidity shouldn't prevent me from seeing my grandchildren
April 8, 2021