Short and sweet….

I thought my time with Covid had come this past week. Thankfully it turned out to be your run of the mill flu that was just as equally painful and destructive. Since I can work from home I was still able to get work done but needed times of rest in between. I was weak, had a very uncomfortable cough that kept me up at night. To say it was disruptive is an understatement.

Whenever I face this type of activity disruption in my life, I am reminded of how much I take for granted on daily basis. There are so many ways my body functions that I give no thought to.

Every breath, is a life giving breath.

The use of my arms and legs, the ability to talk, hear and see are wonderful gifts.

Every heartbeat, a miraculous whisper.

Life doesn’t always feel life giving nor miraculous or a gift, but it is. Even when things are going wrong or we face challenges, there is breath. There is a day to figure it out. To come to terms with it. To think creatively about a problem we would like to go away.

In the midst of feeling so awful, I received news that an acquaintance, a friend, who participated in my Healing Through the Arts work, had passed away.

I thought about how long I’ve known her, the times I met her family, created art with them….It all amounts to a short few hours in the great scheme of her life. I would say my time with her was short and yet sweet.

She was a spunky and feisty person, who spoke her mind and was funny. I thought about the emails she would send me after a Zentangle class. They are precious memories now, I knew I would hear from her from time to time and I looked forward to whatever feisty comment she would have about the process of creating. They were often short comments that led us to write back and forth for a day or so. Short and sweet.

Every breath is a life giving breath.

Every heartbeat a miraculous whisper.

stillness

huddling

holding them close

(((breath in)))

(((breath out)))

for those who no longer can