I’m doggysitting this weekend and thoroughly enjoying it. My buddy and I took a nice walk on a much-warmer-than-it-has-been, sunny day with a very blue sky. I enjoyed watching our shadows as we walked.
Sometimes, I ponder what life will be like after the pandemic. I don’t want to take for granted what it means to be able to gather together. I think even the smallest forms of connection will bring deep gratitude. This era of time has included many deep difficulties in our collective life, and I’ve been feeling that a bit more acutely as we near the one year anniversary of lockdown. But while walking, I also wondered what I might miss from this period of time. I also wondered if there were things I shouldn’t take for granted right now.
I enjoyed seeing the sun and even feeling it a bit. I enjoyed the blue sky. I thought about these accompanying me in some way. St. Francis used to address forms of nature as friends. Kindred, even. Brother Sun, Sister Moon, he would say.
I decided to be with these and let them be with me. I don’t want to take them for granted either.
Smuggling Grace 