• A Larger Force

    Healthy exercise respecting social distance in the neighborhood appeared difficult with a cluster of kids playing soccer, family groups stretching across walks and streets, dog walking people following the direction of their pets. We drove to the quiet side of a nature preserve where trails are seldom used on weekends. One car stood empty in the parking lot. Parents with a preschool child exited a different car.

    We waited for them, but as shoe tying and other preparations continued we made our way to the trail map. The youngster, possibly unaware of social distancing, ran to join us and told her parents that she wanted to be lifted to read the map. Offering her their hands, they assured her they knew the way. We backed away as the child threw a hissy complete with screaming, stomping, and slapping. The right trail choice was any that would create space from the unhappy kid.

    As grandparents we’ve learned about giving young children time to make wise choices instead of forcing action on them. Children of privilege are supported in making choices many times daily from choosing to wear clothes to daycare through patient questioning of resistance at bedtime twelve hours later. Family, friends, complete strangers, might be expected to wait while a child tests the limits or can’t choose. It takes a village after all.

    Then comes COVID-19—no negotiations, no children making choices, no endangering strangers by ignoring social distance guidelines. The village has been forced into change.

    From closed schools, to prohibited playgrounds that look the same as open playgrounds, to stores asking only one family member do household chores; parenting has pivoted in answer to the dual wham of pandemic and economic storms. Parental instincts to keep things normal for the kids are strained as jobs are lost, employers demand long work hours in the family’s home, distance learning replaces classrooms, and being homebound stretches. Hugs of grandparents, cousins and close friends disappeared with no known date of return. Parents have had little time to concentrate on adapting to new burdens, to problem solve, to explore their personal fears or worries.

    Experts say our kids experience anxiety of this crisis just like adults. Some will lose a loved one or friend. The soundtrack of childhood has been interrupted to never play in quite the same way. COVID-19 is drawing new lines on the future maps of kids’ adulthood. Our six-year-old family member misses her classmates, her neighborhood friends, going places with her parents. She understands that the sickness means she can’t ride her bike with other kids, climb or swing at the park, be physically present with her friends. The sickness is beyond her parents’ control. She can make good decisions about a snack or activity, but bigger forces now set the limits beyond the front door.

    Technology gives us time to talk, play games, be with family. A plate or two on the table and tiny faces on a screen may be how we celebrate this spring’s holiday and holy day traditions with those we love. Better than no connection, a card or a phone call. COVID-19 denies us the powerful comfort of each other’s warmth, smell, physical presence whether around the dining table, at a special event, at a hospital bedside. Some of us will stay healthy. Some of us will die in the company of strangers. No screaming, stomping or slapping can change what we have to keep doing. We will gather to celebrate or grieve in the future. God willing.

    Stay home. Stay safe. Keep others safe. May your holy day traditions provide comfort.

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    One response to “A Larger Force”

    1. Tiffany Avatar

      Yes, I am still looking forward to Easter. 🙂

  • At The Funeral

    In January, a time before the corona virus, I sat with three friends from my writing group. Our other group member was up front, a part of the funeral party. Her mother had passed away.

    We had done this before, sat together for a funeral. Then it was one of our own group members who had passed on. This time, it wasn’t a sense of déjà vu as much as it was a strong sense of community, of being with your tribe, your writing family. These people who read and commented on your stories, knew your family and your journey through life. We’ve been together for over fifteen years.

    I had Kleenex scrunched up in my palm. Tears would come from who knows where, but they would come.

    It touched me that we were supporting our friend and supporting each other. Several of us had taken the day off from work. Being present for one another was important. Sacred circles show up for each other.

    The church was full of people of all ages and races to honor this woman of 89 who had passed away. A testament to her and the family she raised.

    My shoulder brushed my writing friend sitting next to me. I dabbed at the corner of my eye. Being at funerals often connects me to other griefs and in that moment, I keenly felt my estrangement from my siblings. My bond to my sacred circle of writing friends made me feel the distance from my siblings even more. My Kleenex became soggier. I pushed my glasses up.

    How Great Thou Art, chorused through the congregation. I imagined my feet reaching to the earth’s center.

    While in prayer, I let myself grieve the alienation from my siblings. I was doing what I believed.  I was honoring myself, my partner, my children and my beliefs. I was honoring the essence of who I am. I stayed in this revered place with the universe. Wrapped myself in love. Cloaked myself in love. I was in a blessed place in this church, in this pew, and with these people. I felt love all around me.

    While in communion with the Universe, I added a prayer, Universe, please help me find my memory stick. I had been putting blog posts on the stick and had yet to back it up. I knew that I should. Every writer knows that. The memory stick had blog posts on that I might publish after more revision. I’ve learned that the best time to write a blog post is when I have the greatest feeling. The memory stick was holding a lot of me. I had been looking for the stick for days.

    In The Garden filled the place of worship. When I raised my eyes I could see clearly. I felt liberated. The veil of sadness had lifted.

    At the podium, our writer friend was reading a story that she had written about her mother. A story that was familiar to the sacred circle. She was full of light and joy. Her gift bringing forth laughter.

    Following the recessional, we said goodbye to our friend and decided the rest of us would gather for lunch. We needed to be together a little longer before we re-entered our daily lives.

    Opening my car door, I moved pieces in the basket in the back seat that held loose items in the car. There was my memory stick. Thank you, Universe, I breathed. I am loved.

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    4 responses to “At The Funeral”

    1. Miranda moss Avatar
      Miranda moss

      I love writers..you always express what I’m thinking but don’t know how to say

    2. Eliza Waters Avatar

      I learned a new word today that applies here: ‘pronoia.’ The opposite of paranoia, it is the belief that the Universe has your back and all will work out for the best. And so it is.

    3. Bev Bachel Avatar
      Bev Bachel

      I am often on the hunt for my belongings, generally because I’ve put them somewhere “special” for safekeeping. But where? I even leave notes telling myself where, but the notes are often cryptic or so hastily scribbled that I have no idea what they mean or even say.

    4. DjS Avatar
      DjS

      Yes, you are loved. And you always have an amazing subtle way of reminding me that, while
      Love can hurt…it’s a great pain to be blessed enough to experience! Hugs!

  • Staying Connected While Keeping the Distance

    Between the pandemic and the resulting stock market tumble, my mind is often a crazymaking mess, fueled in part by our president’s lack of concern, care and compassion.

    To keep myself from getting derailed by the body’s fight, flight or freeze response, I’m practicing mindfulness, which my friend Jacquelyn Fletcher Johnson, founder of Heartwood Healing, describes as paying attention to the present moment without rehashing the past or panicking about the future.

    While I’m certainly not convinced that things are going to be “just fine,” being mindful has helped me think more clearly and calmly.

    Two other things have helped: a mantra I’ve borrowed from my sister Karen (“Whatever happens, I’m going to be okay, today and in the future”) and a practice I learned from my friend Diane (Focus on what you want, control what you can).

    To help keep my focus positive I’m staying connected with others while spending my days at home. I’m sending at least one card a day and even some handwritten letters. I’ve found a bliss buddy; she and I occasionally text one another what we are grateful for. I’m having weekly conversations with aunts, uncles and cousins, some of whom I haven’t talked with in years. And on Saturday, I’ll be meeting with my book group via Zoom rather than in person.

    I’m also taking inspiration from what others are doing.

    Deb Shanilec, my minimalist friend who helps people discover that less truly can be more, plans to celebrate her upcoming birthday via a virtual party around her backyard firepit. Teresa Thomas, founder of 50 Fun Things, is hosting an open-to-anyone online “Happier Hour” each Friday afternoon with the goal of raising a toast to joy.

    And while joy isn’t my constant companion, it does remain my friend, in part because I’m practicing what Jacque refers to as the “art of the return.” By repeatedly and gently bringing my attention back to the tasks at hand, to my values and to the people and causes I care about, I gradually return to my future hopes and dreams.

    How are you keeping calm? What are you doing to carry on? Who is sustaining you? What hopes and dreams are you envisioning for your own post-pandemic life? We’d love to hear. Please share.

     

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    5 responses to “Staying Connected While Keeping the Distance”

    1. SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️ Avatar

      Hope you’re well and safe!

    2. wrytr Avatar

      I’m learning how to use new communications software, campaigning to raise funds for the poverty-stricken people here in Mexico, those who can’t just “order it on Amazon” if they don’t find it in the store, and putting shorter work days just because I can. Bev, you won’t believe this, but I’m actually planning and preparing edible meals! That’s new. And I’m keeping the plants alive now, whereas I sort of walked past them before, just expecting them to wave at me and smell nice. (Hint: They need water and sometimes not the sun or shade you place them in before you know they need the opposite, and also some plants don’t like being next to others.) Is that mindfulness? Noticing these things? Today I posted some alarming facts about COVID-19 on my Facebook page and then I took them off. I decided if someone really wants to know how dire the situation is, they can look it up on WHO’s website. On my real estate, I want people to feel better. It may not help, butcha’know it sure can’t hurt. (You can take the muchacha out of Minnesota but you can’t take Minnesota out of the muchacha.)

      1. Bev Bachel Avatar
        Bev Bachel

        Okay, planning and preparing meals? You definitely have me beat. My culinary skills remain about where they were at when we first met. And a few months ago I realized my last remaining plant–a cactus even–had died without me noticing. I still feel bad about that.

        I alternate between taking all the cv news in…and blocking it out. Informed enough to be as spooked as I’m willing to take on most of the time. Sometimes let in more, sometimes block out more.

        Am glad I didn’t go to Panama this year. They shut down all flights and the hotel that’s part of the development I’m in is being used for quarantine. Scary times.

        Stay well. Thank you always for the gift of your friendship.

    3. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
      Elizabeth di Grazia

      Thanks, Bev, for your words . I have continued to go to work. I’m a human resources manager for a manufacturing packaging company. An essential business. Work has kept me quite busy. When I get home I like to go for a long walk on my new knees. I’m of the belief that if I don’t use it, I’ll lose it. I love being outdoors especially when the sun is out. On my way to work it is often in the quiet as I ask the universe to help me have my best self show up. I want to add that the majority of our manufacturing employees are Asian and I’m proud to work right along side of them. I’m so happy that they are deemed essential. I’m blessed to be of service to them.

      1. Bev Bachel Avatar
        Bev Bachel

        Love the thought of you walking on new knees. It must feel a kind of rebirth. Also like the idea of showing up with your best self. I’m going to borrow that as I’ve recently been showing up with my stressed self.


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