Back Home.
I found a lemon in my pocket.
Every morning I have a glass of hot water with lemon.
We are all navigating the time we are in.
Let’s not count out levity.
A smile is good for the immune system.
And each mission, accomplishing something every day
keeps our step light.
And a few days later…
Feeling a bit restless, but fine.
Meanwhile, grateful for the printed word,
the imagination and wisdom of others.
I miss the world, I miss mobility,
but revisit in my ever traveling mind.
Such a grey, gloomy morning, hoping for a little sun.
If not, there is brightness everywhere, waiting to be found, like crystal
within a dead rock.
Today I am going on gloom patrol, eliminating the dust of it, and see
what my brain is up to without it.
Patience does not have to mean passive.
And maintaining balance can be as challenging and invigorating as
taking risks.
I miss traveling, but am also aware that the atmosphere needs a break, that we
need to slow down.
I locked it back up, until its the right time.
My loyal suitcase will wait, as I keep adjusting,
listening to a voice somewhere singing:
The earth is what were given.
The world is what we make it.
The reality of the virus and the virus of racism swirls around us.
We must use our imagination to provide stepping stones into the future, merging dream and action.
We roamed, masked, admiring the wealth of flowers at Columbia University, then stood before the complex sculpture interpreting its symbolism. It was beautiful to be out in the night, a pleasure forfeited in lockdown. A wish granted and a reminder of what awaits us when we can truly venture back into the world.
