What a wet week it has been so far.
After a lovely sunny weekend that suggested Summer was here, we’ve been inundated with rain. Constantly. The kind of rain that brings flash floods.
Spring is back and says *HA!* fooled you, sucker.
My gardening projects are on hold because I don’t do mud.
Plus I’m a mellow woman so I’ll get to weeding + planting + trimming in due time. It’s not like the flower beds are going anywhere. Even with the threat of flash floods I think our yard is safe. It won’t be washed away.
Thus instead of being outside in the garden I’ve been sitting inside our screened-in porch observing the weather, watching the gray sky above, noticing the monotony of falling rain. This has put me into a contemplative mood about these last few months.
The great pause, as many are calling it.
These long days during which many of us are not doing what we thought we would be doing this Spring.
I find it trippy to realize that everything in society is being transformed around me while I sit at home waiting to see how these changes will affect me and my relationships and my lifestyle.
On the one hand I feel completely insignificant. Passive, even. Just waiting, twiddling my thumbs.
However on the other hand I feel *hell to the yes* I’m doing something. I’m actively holding it together in the middle of a pandemic. I’m demonstrating a bit of grace + tact + cooperation while feeling wistful about, but not dwelling on, what was normal.
A normal we’ll never see again.
I accept that life is different now, but what I think it means for me, how I feel about it? Well, my feelings are all over the place while the hours pass and I muse a little more.
Waiting to get into the garden, and my life, again.
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QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
How are you feeling about these last few months?
Do you find yourself going back and forth, up and down, hither and yon with your feelings?
How do you hope to feel in the future?
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