Quarantine

You can almost forget the world has gone mad if you stay home, eat healthy, get enough sleep and create lovely moments for yourself and your loved one. True story.

A hot cup of coffee with cream, a warm chocolate croissant. The sun coming up on the deck, the hummingbirds buzzing. Not a mask in sight. Just you, your partner, and the quiet zen of the eucalyptus trees brushing their leaves in the wind.

The majestic, battle worn trees are littered with life’s holes in their trunks as sap oozes. They feed the ants, and the birds. Their chopped limbs are cut short at the tops, as if they were told to stop reaching for the sky. The rich, powerful neighbors stunted their panoramic beauty in selective spots, all in the name of a hillside lake view.

Laying on the deck, the sun on my body, and my face. A cold drink. A world at my finger tips. My phone, a small portal to anywhere. If quarantine is so bad, why am I ok? There are the cumulative moments of stir crazy, like yesterday where like a tea kettle finally boiling I cried throughout the day for no apparent reason. Not today.

There is a way I block out the work week to come. I settle into a freedom of mind, a state of dreams, and of what I will become. I enter a space where my mind is spacious and there is infinite time for me to just be. This is my happy place. The place where I can sip a coffee, read an article, feel the sun on my face, and have infinite time to lounge, ponder, watch nature and be at peace. No pressures from the world. No obligations. Please don’t ask me to be anywhere. Please don’t interrupt the quiet. Please don’t force me to watch something. Just shhhhhh.

Sometimes I wonder how many good years I’ll have left. Good years to walk the earth, be healthy, love and be loved. To find my purpose. To find fulfillment.