These are the kind of events that bind us more than words ever could. I am unsure of precisely what I am hoping to offer you in moments like this, but here I am in this place with you. Writing from my bed, channeling the world, because I miss life in the way I’ve known it. The ease between people and places. I can’t help but wonder
What is the nature of today, that we’d like to preserve tomorrow?
&
What would we like to throw away ?
Perhaps we will all grow.
This experience will no longer be something to run from, but a chance to embrace our busied stillness, be trained by it. Expand our endurance.
Even as it threatens our safety, and wounds our heart where we will feel it most.
…and somedays we will push ourselves until we can’t anymore, and there will be only pulling. To the floor, back to the bed, to rest.
… and that’s okay too.
As we tread away from forms of stability; Money - Friends - A Welcoming Household, Health Of Our Loved ones become hard to come by.
But we’ve absorbed so much prior to this, so many images, smiles, and hearts held. Different lives lived, and we can’t quite express what we’ve learned up until now, but I hope we hear the great tale of the world and tune into the stories in-between.
I want to let you read mine and I don’t know yours you see. There is still much to be discovered.
We are all a big collection of small things. The building blocks, the atoms, the foundations of the earth, and the world and people we so cherish.
I am thinking of you, and yours, and hope this silly little (no contact) touch point makes you feel less alone, and inspires collective generosity towards one another in trying times.