A Little Lift
Here we are staying at home as part of our state and country’s attempt to slow the spread of the corona virus. This will be a challenging time. We will need to be our best monastic selves, while finding creative ways to be social.
I’ve been sewing more this week, working on a daily art project, doing my Duolingo Spanish, and adding Tai Chi to my exercises. I just brought out a 1000 piece bird puzzle and today’s baking escapade will be Cornmeal Cranberry Cookies.
We’ve been messaging and e-mailing family and friends, using FaceTime with little nieces and nephews, and having phone conversations and zoom “cocktail” hours with friends. We are also walking a lot, keeping the six foot separation with other people, while recognizing that we are all in this together.
Along the way, there have been little serendipitous surprises, like this week’s daily dinner-time visit of a mourning dove. It flies into our garden and alights on the edge of our bird bath. It drinks a bit, rustles its feathers, looks west toward the setting sun, and then rests. We of course want to believe it is the same dove each evening; I think it is. We quietly watch, blessed by its presence and glad to be on its evening flight path. After a few minutes, it swoops down to the base of the bird feeder, takes a nibble or two of fallen birdseed, and then flies away to what we hope is a lovely safe nest.
We all need little lifts right now. “Our” little dove gives us that. We hope it returns again and again. But if it doesn’t, we thank it for its blessings and wish it well.
I wish you well, too. Stay healthy and hopeful.