gardening, mental health, nature, Uncategorized

Strange, New World

Such an interesting phenomena–living life at it’s status quo, hurried pace–you get sick, really sick; and suddenly your calendar and to-do list become blank. Cleared by the all-important task of healing. I never imagined I would experience that on a global scale. The world gets sick, covid-19 sick, and suddenly not only are you housebound, but everyone else is too. While truly frightening, it is strangely liberating. Your imposed healing is not causing you to miss a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. We are all forced to slow the heck down. You only have two jobs–stay home and wash your hands.

My new reality, and the onset of spring, have me looking at nature with renewed gratitude. As I clear away the dead leaves and witness beloved plants rejoining my landscape like old friends, I am comforted by nature’s steady, quiet presence. She has always been there, it is upon me to notice. The fresh air feels so good, the smell of earth grounds me, and the sounds of chipmunks, songbirds, and rustling leaves stir the desire to remain outside, part of something bigger than myself.

The compost bin fills up quickly and cool temps and rain push me back inside. Where I am faced with more projects than I can count. I am trying to balance my time between organizing neglected spaces, self-care (meditation, journaling, coloring), connecting with others (calling, texting, even writing letters!) and reading (great books like “Know My Name” by Chanel Miller and “Untamed” by Glennon Doyle). Am I spending too much time on Instagram and binge watching mindless shows? Of course. I feel better at the end of the day, however, when I have moved my body, stretched my mind, and tended my spirit.

What are you doing to fill the hours, days, weeks of your quarantine?

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