Throughout the evening, as we enjoyed the fire, we talked about an assortment of topics – space travel, our favorite TV shows, life changes inspired by the pandemic, and how jumping in the ocean in the dead of winter has made us brave.
There are some days when I feel a sincere sense of weariness at the state of our world and I just want to find a small island in the middle of nowhere – one without internet or telephones – where I can fashion a small hut out of random sticks...
After my dad died last November, I made a deeper commitment to my own health. Watching him go in and out of hospitals treated by well-intentioned, yet overburdened caregivers, made me vow to do whatever I could to stay out of that system.
This morning, as I filled the bird feeders, changed the water in their bath, and tended to the seeds I’ve started for the deck garden, I thought about how I used to rush through these daily chores to get to the gym or to attend a meeting for work, pre-pandemic.
I gave a sermon at our local Unity Church and, after the service, I stayed for a while to talk with members of the congregation. It didn’t take long to discover that, like many in our online community, people are struggling. I listened as men and women shared stories of having to work overtime without extra pay just to keep their jobs, families who are worried about losing their homes, or business owners who have watched their income drop dramatically over the last few months while expenses have increased at the same time.