Do you have patience to wait until your mud settles, and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving until the right action arises by itself?
I dunno. Therein lies the big question. I really dunno. Seems to be my answer for everything these days. It’s the uncomfortable, uncertain, boring, annoying, anxiety producing truth of Covid. And a blessing, all at the same time. No attachment to plans or outcomes. Just floatin’ along getting comfortable scrapping our best laid plans. (And surviving the experience.)
The water and the reliable peace I find there is helping to bring joy and structure and a few moments of clarity each day. And it’s refreshing to be somewhere and not get asked about antibody tests or school openings or my opinions on anything for that matter. It’s respectful that way.
I have come to respect water, and my elemental need for it. In the last months it has flushed away disease, hydrated me, and delivered nourishment and rejuvenation to my cells and spirit. A forgotten detail of my experience with Covid– insatiable thirst. Go figure, it is water, and it’s consistency, that is restoring me.