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The beauty of time...

I get up most mornings in a frenzy...what time is it? how long do I have before I have to leave for work, yoga, the girls, etc...What's the day ahead at the store? What will I wear? Do I have time to stretch? What's for dinner? What's for breakfast? Do I have TIME???

not relevant, just funny


Today I have time.

I took a leisurely shower.

I enjoyed my cup of coffee.

I lovingly took good care of my skin...applying essential oils and lotion.

I spent time enjoying my cats (yes, there are 4 of them).

I made myself a delicious bowl of oatmeal (I know, seemingly an oxymoron...).

Instead of rushing, I am enjoying a cup of tea, my bowl of oatmeal and the quiet of the morning.

I am NOT this zen on a minute-by-minute basis...I'm worried, I'm fearful, I'm sad...but I know that I cannot stay in that space all day. I've decided to try to protect myself from the news for most of the day. I will check in once or twice per day to get updates, but I really want to NOT live in a state of fear all day, every day, until this lets up.

A friend sent this along and I thought it appropriate to share here:

Pandemic What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. And when your body has become still, reach out with your heart. Know that we are connected in ways that are terrifying and beautiful. (You could hardly deny it now.) Know that our lives are in one another’s hands. (Surely, that has come clear.) Do not reach out your hands. Reach out your heart. Reach out your words. Reach out all the tendrils of compassion that move, invisibly, where we cannot touch. Promise this world your love— for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, so long as we all shall live.

(Lynn Ungar, composed on 3/11/20)

Be well, my friends. Make art. Go outside. Breathe.