Before I forget, I need to jot some things down.
The energy around me has been like I’m on a ship by myself with no one to help. The pandemic has change the way we feel time, so this boat ride feels like eternity. I had no motivation to move. My boat ride had stopped in the middle of this body of water. I felt the weight of the world this morning even though I’m trying and doing my best.
After a brisk walk at work from building to building, I noticed the wind has changed. There’s a sense of letting things go. I’ve entered a period of “renewal”. My view of the lake was telling. The waves were rough and grey, very different from yesterday. I looked at the earth around me and was reminded of death. Brown grass. Bare flower beds. Cold cement.
The brown grass won’t stay brown forever. Those empty flower beds will soon be filled with color. The cold and wet cement will be hot from the sun’s rays. Like the seasons, we too can change. Even if things look bleak now, it can look promising in the future.
I’m going to hold onto this thought for today.
KatD0m 