From jackrabbit quick to the stall of a snail tucked tight in its shell. This is the trajectory of life before and during a pandemic.
I’m not complaining, except when I get a tad bored and the only thing I can think of to do is clean out the linen closet. In truth – this is a once in the existence of humanity to stay secluded and find meaning in the particles of daily life that go unnoticed.
Correction – some of those particles are evident, like the blanket of dust that acts as a wrist-rest when I’m typing at my computer. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Maybe meme is a better word – the memes of daily existence, like:
- Really listening to my green cheek conure to determine if she’s mad, sad, hungry, playful or bored.
- Taking my little Boston Terrier, Finja, for a daily walk instead of shoving her out in the fenced-in backyard to do her business.
- Listening to all the wild birds on our walk and drinking in the luscious smell of fresh earth as it awakens from its winter cast.
- Slowly savoring every crumb of the foods we never have time to eat in our “real” world.
- Digging out my digital camera and seeing the unseen and making it exquisite.
- Sitting still and looking out the window
It appears our ability to live simply is going to last awhile. I will relish it.