A Step in the Right Direction

 I am seriously contemplating taking a step outside my safe little COVID induced isolated little world. I am planning a day trip.

The incentive? An afternoon with my siblings. Oh, how I have missed my sibling time.

I have had a brief deck-visit with my sisters but I was uneasy. I didn't breathe in the moments the way I normally do.

Socializing is depleting me more than it is invigorating me these days. This trend was beginning before these months of isolation. The ongoing "state of emergency" recommendations have simply given me permission to be more of who I already was.

If anything or anyone can push me out of my comfort zone and take one step into the land of being social, it is my siblings. I think I'm ready.

This upcoming visit has one condition: "Weather permitting" These two words bring me great comfort. I am hopeful but not fully committed.

Story of my life. Hope without commitment. I don't want this state of mind to become my norm. I am in good hands taking this first tentative state with my siblings. It's up to me to make the most of this time of great hope.

Best. Afternoon. Ever.

Into each life, a little rain must fall 

(I believe it is said and I'm too lazy to Google this to site a source so let me just say I've heard this somewhere before)

After the rain, look upwards and you may find a rainbow.

After a tough day, look outside and there is a very good chance nature will reward you with signs of hope, life and a sense of peace.

I walked out of my 24 hour "worst day ever" and into my second place of employment.

Enter ... the rabbits!

We sat on the deck, marveled at the glorious day. 

The snow is all but gone.

The sun was shining.

Life was good.

Then the rabbits started to appear. One. Two. Three. Four. At least four of them.

They paired up and played.

They hopped off into the distance, crossed the street and then came back.

One rabbit was primarily white, a second was white with its summer coat starting to emerge,

the third and fourth rabbits were mostly brown.

They came close to where we sat and allowed us to marvel over them without fear.

They frolicked and amused us for the better part of an hour.

The Rabbit Hour was the best gift I could have ever hoped for.

Then I woke up this morning.

I made a cup of coffee and did not fast track into my day.

"I need to sit, be still, watch nature and turn away from all things technological"

That is exactly what I did.

Then guess who hopped by to nibble on the last of the rabbit kibble I scattered under our tree last night in the hope of attracting my furry, long eared friends:

Life is good.

Turn off the news.

Look outside.

Better yet, sit outside if you can do so safely.

And wait.

The best is yet to come...

It's All Going to Be Okay

Everything happens as it should. It's all going to be okay. Don't overthink this. All will work out exactly as it is meant to be.

These are the phrases I mindlessly wrote over and over again this morning as I wrote my "morning pages" of long hand, free thinking, mindless writing. 

My subconscious mind is speaking to me. Nothing more than that. I have other people's stories on a loop within my mind and these are the lessons that keep coming to the forefront of my thoughts.

I wrote out my three pages and walked away. 

I tended three tasks that were taking up too much real estate in my mind. 

I soothed myself with my morning routines. 

And here I am.

I feel wordless. 

If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound?

If I think my thoughts and do not write them, do I exist?

Heavy words to ponder on a wordless kind of day.

Everything is good. I live a blessed life. I have more than my heart can hold. 

Yet I seem to need to remind myself it is all going to be okay today.

So I just thought I'd stop by and write this out loud just in case anyone else needs to hear these words.

Remain hopeful.

It's all going to be okay.