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isolated, together
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THIS LAST WEEK I started seven emails with the phrase Lord a mercy, and lord a mercy I just typed it again. It's a familiar phrase from my childhood in the SW Virginia mountains, and it's what comes to me these days as I try to make sense of this pandemic, its wreckage, of all that is yet to come.
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And even that's not accurate. I cannot make sense of any of it, is the truth, and it takes all I have to simply take information in. To let the endless, awful news, and the predictions and charts and graphs and the very real understanding that the circle is tightening wash over me, to let this FACT enter my consciousness and become a part of an acceptance of What is.
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Because peace comes in accepting what is.
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I know this. But I am not there yet. I just am not.
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And mostly I am feeling jumbled and confused and in moments wildly encouraged by so much good happening and in others dear god there is so much awful it brings me, broken, to my knees.
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We get to be every which way right now, dear ones. EVERY WHICH WAY.
If you are chockfull of optimism and commitment and joy one morning, you be that, you damn unicorn! If, let's say, the very next day...nay...even three hours later, you throw yourself face down in the grass in the back alley behind your house so no one can find you while you cry, you lay there as long as you freaking need to. If one day humor is what is getting you through, laugh and laugh and digest every ridiculous meme and gif you can find. If the next day it is manic organizing, well, your junk drawers will thank you later. If you LOVE all this bonus time with your people on Tuesday but wish they would all move to Peru on Wednesday, get in line.
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The one thing we can let ourselves off the hook for is feelings that are all over the place. We aren't robots and we've never done this before. Let's be gentle with ourselves. We are doing the best we can.
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And now Tim has just come through the studio, ipad in hand, headed for the garage and the big standup freezer and he's TAKING INVENTORY of the food we have left. THANK THE LORD there are Tims in the world, and THANK HEAVENS this one is mine, because left to my own devices our pandemic food plan would be just like my closet—a ton of separates that make a thousand outfit options (depending on my mood) but exactly none of which go together well enough to wear in public.
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Still. FOOD INVENTORY. This is where we are?
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This is where we are. This is the world we are living in, April 4, 2020.
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SOME THINGS WORTH SHARING DURING THIS CRAZY TIME
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THIS VIRAL VIDEO on Facebook. I clicked on the link, and it brought so much lighthearted joy I have now watched it at least 10 times. (This morning it brought me all the way to happy tears.) Our hearts need this.
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LATEST POST FROM THE DAILY GRACE
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Case in point, thanks go to my dear friend, Vickie, who showed up for our special Wise Women Zoom Happy Hour well prepared. Also, it was her birthday. Happy birthday, Vick, and to all you folks out there finding ways to celebrate and be joyful. XXOO
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Also, it snowed two days ago. That seemed weird.
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Stay home.
Extend grace.
Take good care.
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