I sometimes find it difficult to pinpoint exactly how I am feeling in these days of Covid-19. I confess that, as time goes by, I believe I have named these blog posts well. I truly do feel that I am living in a very strange new world.
As I continue to hunker down in my home, appreciating the age-friendly food delivery and shopping service; seeing no one but my best friend, Chuck; my over-the-back-fence good neighbour and friend, Michelle; and a couple of very short socially distanced visits with my daughter, Susan, I am forced to wonder if I am being sensible, or if I am being an extremist.
I watch the news on T.V. I see the protest marches taking place throughout the world with the message to stop police brutality and that black lives matter. I agree with all that the protesters have to say. Thankfully we live in a world where peaceful protest is permitted. Of course, black lives matter. All lives matter.
Confusion reigns in my heart though because, while so many of us are staying home to help prevent the spread of Covid-19, thousands of people are marching, gathering together by the thousands with no social distancing. I support the important cause. I am simply baffled by the timing of it all. I pray we won't witness a large spike in the number of cases. I pray my time of staying at home won't be lengthened because of a potential spike.
As of today, I understand there are globally 6,916,233 confirmed cases of Covid-19. In Canada the number of confirmed cases is 95,057; in Ontario there are 30,202. As far as I know, there are still only three confirmed cases in our small town of Elliot Lake, Ontario.
On the home front, I am very happy that my back yard fence is being completed as I type. The old fence had certainly seen better days. Once the fencing is complete I can look forward to planting some lilac trees along the fence line.
My loving, best friend, Chuck arrived this morning, and his timing was perfect because somehow, and I have no idea how, the railing on my front porch steps was broken. Not just a pretty face, Chuck is an amazingly talented man when it comes to fixing things. I call him my personal fix-up man and I am grateful. He was able to repair the railing; continued to make a repair on my front flower bed's border; and then dug out the undergrowth beneath the pretty ornamental tree on my front lawn. What a treasure he is!
At the same time, I told him that I chose the wrong time to attempt to write a blog post. He is expecting to see me mention the number of interruptions I experienced in my writing this morning. I don't know about other writers, but as for me, I easily lose my writing focus. Thank you for all you do, Chuck, but remind me to not try to write when you are around in future.
I look forward to our visit together this afternoon and I hope the weather will warm up so we can enjoy the front porch. Until the fencing is complete I am keeping Sam and Lila, my Chihuahua handfuls, out of the backyard. I am grateful they are paper-trained but I know they are having a hard time trying to understand why I am not letting them out into the yard to play and to do their business.
I am continuing with my Udemy on-line course titled Shamanic Life Coach; three sections yet to complete. I continue to sing my way through this pandemic and now have recorded more than two hundred songs; mostly old hymns and the golden oldies.
I was beginning to truly hate the Birch tree in my neighbour's yard because of the mess she continually was making on my back deck. My hatred was not accomplishing anything except to make me feel upset. So one morning just a few days ago, I made the decision to pray for the Birch tree.
I haven't had any mess on my back deck since I began keeping this tree in prayer. Believe it or not, this is the truth. Thank you for praying for my neighbour's Birch tree. I believe in the power of prayer, always have, and don't know why I allowed hatred to find a place in my heart.
The more I hated the tree, the more mess I had on my deck. And it hurt me to hate the tree because I am a tree lover. I don't know why I left prayer my last option when, in my heart, I know it can always be my first.
In these difficult days of unrest throughout the world, I do pray. I pray for understanding, tolerance among all people in our world. I pray for our leaders. I pray for an end to the impact Covid-19 is having on us. I pray for peace. Black lives matter! All lives matter!
Thanks for listening to my rambling again.
I love you all.
Audrey.
I hope I will soon be able to safely resume working together with counseling clients.
Our Getting High On Life Workshop for Women, with the focus on Emotional Healing and on Being Authentic, is planned to take place in the meeting room of our local public library
on the afternoon of Monday, September 21st.
I hope to see you there.
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