Life Is Happening

Sent one of my friends a link to a meditation session on Zoom. Shortly thereafter, clicked on the meeting and I was the only one at the meeting when it finally dawned on me that it was Wednesday and not Tuesday.

Tried to participate in a restorative yoga class on Thursday and the host kicked me out. Okay, who knows what she thought but it made me think that I should stick to local teachers.

Went for a walk the other day and saw a jogger with a mask plus two walkers with masks. Walking about while people are practicing physical distancing doesn't bother me but I will don a mask for trips to the grocery store from here on out.

Participated in a Instagram Live meditation with Anushka Fernandopulle this morning and, after the mediation, she talked about how people might be angry at a non-human entity while others might be glad that life has slowed down...

Saw someone post the other day that your life is happening -- it doesn't matter that we're sheltering in place and, as such, I decided to cut the grass.

As I headed to the backyard, thought about what my uncle said about putting fresh gasoline in with the old so I headed to the gas station. Got back and forgot that the thingy that secures the bolt on one arm of the lawnmower was missing. Thankfully, my refurbished lawnmower started up and I was able to take care of my hybrid lawn even with having to pause, occasionally, to put the bolt back in...

These tweets resonated with me:

And this poem that my colleague shared certainly moved me:

By Cyrus Cassells

Still craving a robust

Tenderness and justice,

I will go on living

With all I have seen:

Young men lusterless;

Against my blind cheek—

Blessed be the frangible

And dying,

The irreplaceable dead—

In my crestfallen arms:

With breath,

Then without it,

With flesh,

Then freed of it—

And the indurate man I heard

Condemn the stricken,

While my cousin was dying,

If he had walked these wards,

Armorless, open

To the imperiled,

Surely he would have gleaned

To sit in judgment

Is to sit in hell—

Lesions, elegies,

Disconnected phones—

Rain, nimble rain,

Be anodyne,

Anoint me when I say outright:

In the plague time, my heart

Was tested,

My living soul

Struck like a tower bell,

Once, twice,

four times in a single season.