“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.” Georgia O’Keeffe
My husband and I began our quarantine for the coronavirus over four weeks ago on Friday the 13th. The first week started off with intense fears: fears about being separated from my kids and family, the reality that I may lose an older family member, the reality that either my husband or I might not make it to the other side.
I sit with my fear. I realize the reality of impermanence. I am not in control, not that I have ever been. This awareness of our fragility is staring me in the face. But this is the way it has always been throughout human history, especially during times of plagues, natural disasters, and war.
What do I need to hear? What do I need to receive? What am I forgetting? As I open my blog for the first time in over a year, I make space to connect with myself.
What is it to be human?
- To be in control? No.
- To know what tomorrow brings? No.
- To be certain? No
- To be entitled to relationships, health, and money? No.
Then… What is it? What is it to be human?
- Offer kindness.
- Love and receive love deeply.
- Trust and let go over and over.
- Be afraid.
- Be sad.
- Be brave.
- Be vulnerable.
- Be comforted.
- Be angry.
- Make mistakes.
- Be messy.
- Be forgiven.
I need to live, to be fully alive in this moment without preference that it should be different. Wishing does not make it different. Learning to receive the gift of “live” is the path that opens us to the gift of life.
This moment is my life. Here. Now. A gift from God. This moment of isolation and uncertainty, silly Zoom calls, virtual meditation with friends, church services on videos, toilet paper shortages, joys over toilet paper found, masks, rising death tolls, empty streets, acts of kindness, virtual concerts from living rooms, Instagram home workouts, delivered groceries, heroic acts from doctors, nurses and first responders, comforting words from ministers, media coverage of incessant bickering, media coverage of life-saving guidance, spring blooming, birds chattering, puzzles, extra naps, hand washing, intense grief, distress, food creations made with abundant rice and beans, watching love sprout all over the place, acts of kindness crossing every neighborhood, country, and continent.
Beautiful humans everywhere join together, rising to the challenges facing us.
The invitation of this moment, a moment filled with unshakable love, is to be here. Present. Now. Everything is held in love. Open our eyes. Open our hearts.
“You are loved & cherished dearly forever. You have nothing to fear.” Eben Alexander
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My prayer is that this is the take away from all of this. And that it lasts into the future.