Two weeks into our local Covid-19 meltdown… I am getting on my very last nerve.  My husband, Matthews’ as well it seems. Our walks are imperative to surviving this mandated cohabitation. The trees and birds, clueless to the potential fall of humanity’s very existence, provide great comfort in their normalcy. It’s Spring comin’ so the birds are starting to sing about it. It’s Spring comin’ so the trees are starting to feel their buds. For some reason, ground moss is everywhere on steroids.  I came across some on a hiking trail that could have used a buzz cut.

Recently, I had a Knock Me Over-I Get It moment that revealed the meaning of something preached about for centuries. This pearl appeared through my observation of children playing outside as we walked. Due to the quarantine restrictions, families have been outside in droves throughout our neighborhoods and city parks.  Common sightings display children gleefully running ahead of their adults, spreading their arms and twirling in pure joy as the sun shines on their backs. They are oblivious to the weight we adults carry as we solemnly nod to each other, keeping our mandatory 6 ft distance intact. And then the Aha moment sprung up---we do indeed need to be childlike in our faith. The children are happily spinning because they are not burdened by the mistakes of the past or the fear of a grim future. Their entire existence is ruled by blind faith. Faith that today holds promise because the sun is shining, and the wind is at their backs. Pure joy. Let’s all try our best to twirl a little forward in faith.  Namaste.