Within hours, I was getting texts. And FB messages. And then a call from a quasi-terrified sounding former student: “Any articles or books you can suggest about how my spouse and I spend the next many weeks together in our tiny apartment without offing each other?” Then, as if on cue, my husband of 28…
I found this post interesting, partly because my husband predicted that there would be a baby-boom post-quarantine. I predicted there would be a spike in divorces as people forced to be together in closer quarters than usual might spark greater than average disagreements. Ha! And usually I’m the optimist!
So I share this in case it would be helpful to anyone else who wants to maintain good relationships in tighter quarters than usual.
Does anyone else feel as thought they have been living in a time warp lately? Like March went by in the blink of an eye?
Me too. In April of 2019 I wrote about the rhythms of life and how life can be a dance. It feels appropriate to re-post an edited version in the “new era” which will likely be know as the COVID-19 pandemic.
In a recent dance class I started thinking about my life as a song or a dance. It is an interesting metaphor, and I had to ask these questions:
What type of song would it be?
–Syncopated, lyrical, dance-worthy, synthesized?
In what type of venue would it be played?
–Concert hall dive bar, dance club, opera house?
In what genre of music would it belong?
–Pop, rock, blues, jazz, classical, EDM, yoga, country, rap, Latin, samba, world music?
When I thought about my own life, I decided that while I would love for it to be smooth and lyrical, it tends to be more syncopated.
Sometimes there are some dance-able parts in there, and that makes it a lot of fun!
Other times I seem to be tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep time, and hoping to come out up right.
Generally, I enjoy the musical accompaniment of my life. The soundtrack includes Zumba, jazz (improvisation), and some classical, when I’m lucky. But usually it is a syncopated rhythm, and I trip or dance along as fluidly as I can manage.
I am grateful for it all. I recognize the value of each part of this interwoven melody, the story and the music of my life. Some of it is good, some of it is hard. And I am so fortunate to have each day in which I can live and love.
Actually that’s the only time there is, this present moment. The past exists in your mind as memory. The future only exists in your imagination.
Times like these make that all the more clear to me. The only actions we can take are in the present.
True, we can plan for the future. But our ideas about the future are only a guess. In February, did anyone plan for not being able to get to the gym for a month starting March 17th?
I had to laugh at the U.S. President’s remarks on Wednesday. (Otherwise I would cry. Really.) He’s acting like we can and should “start-up” the economy again just like re-booting a computer. He actually thinks he is in control of the virus and the economy! Wow.
You and I know that is absurd and dangerous. It becomes all the more clear that when the ego (i.e. left-brained “me-oriented” mental chatter) drives the world, disaster is the result.
Surrender to this moment. Do only the next relevant thing.
The next moment will take care of itself. And you will calm yourself by breathing, not trying to imagine EVERY possible scenario at once.
Think of Dorothy, who said “there’s no place like home.” And close your eyes, feel your feet on the floor, or your butt in a chair and say:
“There’s no time like the present.” Then live your life, one moment, and one breath at a time. Humanity is resilient. You are no exception.
Oh, the beautiful and joyful experience of being on vacation and devouring a new book by a favorite author!
I typically read books I love more than once. This one made me close my eyes at times, and just breathe in the wisdom and the impact of the words. Glennon has a way of speaking to my soul. One of my many favorite passages:
“The blueprints of heaven are etched in the deep desires of women. What women want is good. What women want is beautiful. And what women want is dangerous, but not to women. Not to the common good. What women want is a threat to the injustice of the status quo.”
Like Love Warrior, Untamed is a book I will read many times because of the ways it made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes.