Ok, most of us have made it through the first week of quarantine. We have discovered that a small unseen virus has challenged how we go about living. Along with the social distancing and the late winter snow storm I am feeling especially isolated. My routine of journaling on the deck, no matter what the weather, has gotten me a cold. So now I am sick as well.
I have noticed how quiet everything is. Not many cars traveling on our street or the sounds of construction in our neighborhood. People are not walking in small groups, so the chatter has faded. It’s a good time to hear the conversations of the birds playing in the bushes. It’s a promise of things to come and that nature keeps on humming along. Even our Bradford Pear Tree has survived the heavy snow, albeit a few less branches. It gives me hope that after this season of darkness we will find the light again.
As I resume writing this week, here is another snippet form my book, “Drawn by the Light, Finding Strength in Dark Spaces” that I know will bring you hope.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: Seasons come and go and sometimes you may linger in them for long periods of time. Sometimes if you stop and listen you will hear a knock; just open the door.”
One of my morning rituals is meditation, prayer and praise. Thanking God for everything. It steadies my life and makes each day flow in a perfect sequence. It does not mean my day is always perfect but it sure is a lot smoother than if I didn’t meditate. As an artist I have combined painting with this.
This is number 10 in my 30 in 30 challenge, it’s moodiness is just perfect for this cool and dreary morning that lead to a wicked storm with hail pelting the deck. But lo and behold the sun in shining at this moment with the sound of thunder in the background. It has been a crazy monsoon season.
