I began this beautiful Sunday morning sitting in my screened porch listening to the chorus of birds while scribbling in my journal. Random morning thoughts, one leading to the next, an almost daily practice, where I unload, reflect, complain, worry, grieve, muse and count blessings, which almost always leads to some form of prayer. I found myself listing the lessons that this nasty, unwelcomed virus is reminding us to practice. Who would think that the purveyor of profound suffering would also unearth our hidden treasure chest, a bounty of simple truths, not fully lost nor forgotten, just misplaced.
In no particular order. . .Get healthy. Take care of the planet. Go outside. Get to know your neighbors. Help others. Accept help. Live simply, one day at a time. Pray. Trust God. Be grateful. Walk daily. Listen to the birds. Listen to your inner voice. Notice each new bloom. Take only what you need. You don’t need everything. Spend time alone. Spend time with God. Spend time with the people you love, maybe even the people you don’t. Make art. We are all artists. Breath in slowly. Pause. Exhale deeply. Release what’s not working, what hurts, what scares. Keep breathing, keep loving, keep hoping, believing and trusting. . . in yourself and others. We’ve got this.
Thoughts & Prayers 