Contemplation


 

You can contemplate.   It changes nothing.

That was my thought on my walk yesterday when I decided to cross the bridge to the other side.  Because of the many months of work on the fish ladder the other path had not been a good option.   Yes, it took us to the same goal, but the detour was tiresome.  

I don't even know if that is a good analogy to 2020.  Is there even such a thing?  The detours of this year may not even get us to the desired goal.  And what the heck is the goal anyway?

I've so hunkered down into hermitville that I even had to make up that word to describe it.

My husband and I have so far avoided the menace of the pandemic.  But other family members, who work in positions that welcome exposure, have not.   I told my daughter via cell phone this morning that my worrying would not worry her and my grandchildren well.  And, I cannot worry it away from our door either if it presents itself.   

So I'm breathing and distracting. ( Not an easy task for a woman whose grandmother took in worrying for a living.)

And calling it contemplation.




Comments

Far Side of Fifty said…
We are in hermitville too. It is scary leaving the safety of home....I wonder how long those feelings will last? So sorry that your daughter and grandchildren have covid. :(
5:52 PM, December 11, 2020
Gattina said…
I was reading an old post or mine from 2010 and found your name so I thought to stop by and day hello !! Are you also under lockdown ? What a thing the whole world emprisonned !
5:42 PM, December 12, 2020
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