It’s beautiful where I live sheltered-in-place. I rest in gratitude as I look out, allowing the outside world to enter in and sink into me. Baby raccoons, skunks, squirrels and crows have been born and emit different squeaks and tweets both day and night.
I peruse my book shelves and this morning open space to Charlie Mackery’s book, The Boy, the Mole, The Fox and the Horse. It’s a simple book about friendship, kindness, and love.
“Being kind to yourself is one of the greatest kindnesses,” said the mole. “We often wait for kindness but being kind to yourself can start now.”
“Nothing but kindness,” said the horse. “It sits quietly beyond all things.”
The book ends with this. “Sometimes all you hear about is the hate, but there is more love in the world than you could possibly imagine.”
A few days ago one of my sons pointed out that I was obsessing on “he who will not be named”, and this was not a healthy way to live and be. He sent me this link.
It’s not new and yet it turned my boat around. I’d been looking backwards and spinning in circles. Now I’m aware I hold the oars as I observe and learn from what’s here. I monitor my response.
When I was in fourth grade, I was the fairy in the play Sleeping Beauty who waves her wand and says, “I give you kindness.” I do that now for myself and for this world we share as it moves and evolves. We breathe together as we honor and respect sheltering-in-place and all that’s here to explore as we go within, and open out.