Breakout!
Do you feel imprisoned? Are you locked up by grief and pain?Read the story of Job again and figure out which character you are?
Poppies
I’m on my second year of growing poppies. These majestic yet delicate flowers evoke so many memories for me, especially the profusions of them blanketing the terraces and meadows at the wake of springtime in Lebanon.
Space for Contemplation
Are you finding yourself with more spaces for contemplation during this season of isolation?
I Wept
I wept. Commiserative grief, survivor’s guilt, and all-consuming powerlessness pushed at my soul after listening to the news about all the plants full of COVID infected but non-symptomatic mothers and fathers. This drowning sadness triggered in me historical vignettes of the marginalized WWII prisoners dejectedly lining up to enter what they thought was a work camp, but for the old, feeble, or the very young, was a death march into the incinerators.
Open Your Eyes
My youngest granddaughter called and we were face timing, a regular happening during this season of isolation. It’s killing her that she hasn’t been able to see her chickens that she picked out as babies and brought home. She likes for me to walk around our garden paths to see how “her” plants are growing: the green beans reaching with their first tendrils to climb the trellis and the eggplant and okra poking their heads out but waiting for the heat to really thrive.
Virtual Hugs
I am an introvert and an enneagram one. Before our current mandated “social distancing,” I used to retreat to my home anyway from the demands of social gatherings in which I usually felt like a bumbling misfit.