SIX WORD SATURDAY
FIRST SATURDAY IN ALERT LEVEL TWO
“It’s a serious thing just to be alive
on this fresh morning in this broken world”
On Thursday we moved down to Alert Level Two from Three.
And now I’m musing about the imposed, and necessary lockdown.
Usually, the week is defined by various activities on specific days: I am out and about daily. But now days follow days with nothing to differentiate one from another.
Yesterday, there was a highlight. A much-needed visit to the hairdresser, many weeks overdue.
And what have I learned in these eight weeks of lockdown?
- Even though I am a bit of a social butterfly I have learned to amuse myself.
- I have looked inward and once again have turned to meditation. This was my shield when my husband died all those years ago.
- I have read and listened to countless books and have discovered new authors.
- I have walked around this neighbourhood, finding new paths, walkways and streets never before known.
- I have learned that just because shops, restaurants and cafes are open again, I don’t have to go there.
- And I have learned It’s OK Not To Be OK.
- And mostly I have learned how very fortunate I am. There are so many for whom to mourn, so many without support of family and friends, so many being unable to distance themselves from crowds, so many…
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
Rumi, 13th-century Persian poet