July 11, 2020
During this time of Covid, many have used the worn analogy of a race; and that this time in history is like a marathon; not a sprint. I find I need to pace myself.
It’s Day 117 since the Shelter in Place began here in the Bay Area of California. I began this nightly ritual of writing on March 17, 2020. I had no idea how my world, and how the world was, and would be changing back then. And I had no idea the situation would still be unresolved today.
As I was sheltering alone, I found a renewed relationship with myself, and with my voice; and with my love of writing. The nightly writing has been healing, and a way for me to express reflections and vignettes and fluffy stuff and deep observations. My routine of living and sleeping shifted, as my muse seemed to come alive in the wee hours of the night. Day 97, my adult daughter returned home to shelter with me; followed by my adult son visiting. Having my “Fam” with me, finally, was a delightful change. And welcoming them into our home brought another shift to my routine.
I believe I need to find a pattern that allows for more rest during this leg of the proverbial race. I am granting myself grace, and the permission to take some nights off from this blog going forward. I still plan to write, and this blog is dedicated for reflections during this time of Covid-19; and this year of 2020.
I plan to start another blog on my webpage. Taking some nights off will allow me to write within the focus of that blog. For now, when I write here, I will still have the title based on what day number it is since the initial Day 1.
The energy I bring to being a Celebrant is the same that I bring to my writing. I long for meaning, and deep exploration and expression in my daily living. Whether writing, living my life; or accompanying others celebrating the various milestones of life... I bring my full self.
For now, my voice is telling me to ruminate and rest every so often so I can show up more fully. There is much time left before the time of Covid-19 has some resoloution. There are certainly more shifts and change to come; and thus, much more to write. Until my voice has more to say, I end this night with the wisdom of one of my favorite poets.
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you — just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.
— Shel Silverstein
I’ll be back soon…