The weather the last few days has alternated sun and soft rain, making a garden for rainbows.
I finally succumbed and went to our local grocery store. The parking lot was nearly empty. I learned that only 40 people were allowed in the reasonably large store at one time. I was happy to wait my turn. The store was fully, well not completely, but certainly plentifully and abundantly stocked with milk, eggs, bread, meat, veggies, fruits, and grains.
Everyone was careful to avoid each other. We entered at one door and left at another. It was all so sweet, careful, and strange that I checked out with tears in my eyes. I pause to integrate what feels impossible to understand.
Carl Jung wrote that “One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious.”
Is that what we’re doing? May it be so!