Over the last few days, I’ve fallen in love with my town all over again.
The truth is, I really needed a reset. It’s important to be informed, but I had been too immersed in the news cycle. Informed and immersed are two different experiences entirely. So thanks to five warm days in our local weather patterns, I made space in my daily schedule to walk in beautiful settings, taking in the autumn colors and sunshine around the Huron River in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
It’s been gorgeous. On one occasion, I found myself dreaming about what I hope my post-pandemic life will look like. This didn’t seem like a painful longing, though that would make sense given the circumstances. Instead, this felt like joyful energy that was worth my waiting and dreaming.
I’m glad I was able to clear my mind and heart for this. The truth is, nature often helps us reset ourselves in these ways.
But it wasn’t the nature alone. I visited a number of places surrounding the river, so each time, I had to get in my car and drive. As I drove through different parts of Ann Arbor, my mind had so many memories.
the place where I…
the place where we…
the place where all of us…
I recalled many moments and loved ones.
Interestingly, I didn’t feel sad or deprived, though my rhythms are more narrow during a time of social distancing. I felt nostalgic in a meaningful way, looking forward to connections and communities that will be revisited again, yet in new, uncharted ways.
I love this town.
I love that there’s still more to experience, not only after the waiting is over, but even now during this weird and wonky time we’re living.
Smuggling Grace 