The irony of my One Little Word being open in the midst of a pandemic where it feels like everything is closed is not lost on me. My library? Closed. My favorite stores? Closed. My go to restaurants? Closed.
Guess what’s not closed, though?
My eyes. To the beauty around me . . . the new furniture we bought for our living room, the pansies peeking above my window sills, the daffodils in my garden, the bluebirds at the feeder by the kitchen window, the pictures and videos of Jackie that Jessica makes sure Dale and I see.
My mind. To new ideas about what staying home feels like. To finding creative ways to “see” friends and family. To using books to take me to anywhere I might want to go. To learning new things and honing new skills. To possibility.
My heart. To loving every minute of every day even when it feels tedious or scary or uncomfortable. To feeling grateful for so much extended time with Dale. To being resilient in the face of so much uncertainty. To protecting myself and my family through temporary sacrifice. To accepting hope however it shows up.
Maybe being closed off from the world is exactly what I need to show me what being open is really all about.