RUBBER WALL

Each time another friend reaches out to hold us close, my heart (and Will’s) floods with love and depths of gratitude.  Throughout the years, we’ve consciously treasured our many friendships and that will always be true.

This week, having confronted the fact that this realistic optimist has hit a wall—a rubber wall, which suggests that my wearied spirit is bound to bounce back once I’ve made my way through this mental breakthrough of self awareness concerning my grief over the loss of my good health (my mind, having cleared of its sense of darkly clouded inner conflict, came to realize that this wearied sadness I’ve been feeling has been inevitable).

And as Steven (who has asthma) and Ravi have been diagnosed with croup, that worry in conjunction with yet another new COVID variant, offers my spirit additional reasons to feel weighted

Though my spirit has sound reasons to feel sad, its inner strength (based in positive focus) is never in question.  And thus do I choose to believe Will each time he reassures me that my recovery, though exceptionally slow, will see me feeling cheerful, again, and whole, over time.

And then, some day, the chameleon like nature of this lengthy pandemic will be history along with the fact that half of the people in the USA refused to comply with our communal need to defeat this deadly virus by simply wearing masks.   

With hopes that today’s intuitive train of thought may be indicative of my wearied spirit’s weighted sense of sadness seeking sound reasons to lift, little by little, I hope your day is going well.

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie

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