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
It seems like the limitations of the pandemic are just normal now. My social activities are nonexistent, largely cause they involved seniors, all of whom are also in isolation. None of us are very daring about going to a restaurant even if the guidelines are kept. We’ve limited our contact to phone conversations or emails. Town activities at the senior center are all cancelled and I’m guessing it won’t open until there is an immunization. I’m hoping that the senior center can offer Covid shots to those most at risk when it comes out. I will only agree to the shot if it comes highly recommended by the scientific community and doctors, not at the recommendation of any politician, even one I voted for.
October 9, 2020