Not much else but time...
So here I am 4 months from my last post. The world is under siege by COVID-19.
Humans are confronted with mortality and existentialism. 'We all will die; What should we do with life?'
I am picking up on the nudge from the Universe to make use of this extra unscheduled time to work on my creative endeavors. I miss writing Snapshots quite a lot. And I also recently recognized that I needed feel as though they aren't a big enough contribution because they spark my soul and that in and of itself is enough reason to keep at them. Any audience would simply be additional benefactors of my brilliance. (I'm working on self-love, so please allow me the brag.)
I miss my friends; Those deep soul friends that I have made in life. It is beyond expression how valuable it is to have people in your life that work to really see you and appreciate the 'you' that we each are. Rob and Joey-Dean, you are much valued.
I also find myself really missing the children at work whom I have seen nearly every work day for the last 11 months who now are conspicuously absent in each classroom. There's the girl who will always "..come back for [me]," the boy who requests my presence in his preschool room because he is sad, the sassy toddler who will probably be spouting off in full sentences when she finally returns and her equally sassy and emotional 'sis-ser', my darling boy who hates mornings and more to the point dislikes that I like them, he will shoot me a sour face when I greet him at drop off but run to me excitedly anytime after 9 am, my new pre-k friend who bonded with me despite her challenges with it, the family of three wonderful kids who I truly love despite the attitudes of two those sisters... The detour of these little lives away from mine has impacted me more than I initially realized a few weeks ago. The uncertainty is such a reminder to live in the moment and really embrace the chance for connecting when we have it. Human bonds make us stronger and offer us support when we stumble.
Final thought: This week I identified an analogy for my faith. Think of a hammock. If I view all the spaces/holes as the fear and uncertainty but all the rope as faith and gratitude, I will still be held and can trust myself to relax into the support.
Namaste.
Humans are confronted with mortality and existentialism. 'We all will die; What should we do with life?'
I am picking up on the nudge from the Universe to make use of this extra unscheduled time to work on my creative endeavors. I miss writing Snapshots quite a lot. And I also recently recognized that I needed feel as though they aren't a big enough contribution because they spark my soul and that in and of itself is enough reason to keep at them. Any audience would simply be additional benefactors of my brilliance. (I'm working on self-love, so please allow me the brag.)
I miss my friends; Those deep soul friends that I have made in life. It is beyond expression how valuable it is to have people in your life that work to really see you and appreciate the 'you' that we each are. Rob and Joey-Dean, you are much valued.
I also find myself really missing the children at work whom I have seen nearly every work day for the last 11 months who now are conspicuously absent in each classroom. There's the girl who will always "..come back for [me]," the boy who requests my presence in his preschool room because he is sad, the sassy toddler who will probably be spouting off in full sentences when she finally returns and her equally sassy and emotional 'sis-ser', my darling boy who hates mornings and more to the point dislikes that I like them, he will shoot me a sour face when I greet him at drop off but run to me excitedly anytime after 9 am, my new pre-k friend who bonded with me despite her challenges with it, the family of three wonderful kids who I truly love despite the attitudes of two those sisters... The detour of these little lives away from mine has impacted me more than I initially realized a few weeks ago. The uncertainty is such a reminder to live in the moment and really embrace the chance for connecting when we have it. Human bonds make us stronger and offer us support when we stumble.
Final thought: This week I identified an analogy for my faith. Think of a hammock. If I view all the spaces/holes as the fear and uncertainty but all the rope as faith and gratitude, I will still be held and can trust myself to relax into the support.
Namaste.
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