It’s amazing to me how fast time seems to be flying past and how slowly too. I find myself looking back over my calendar of these past few weeks, trying to figure out what exactly happened and when. I’m mystified by the suddenness and the slowness of how it all transpired.
We all feel out of breath, even though we’re resting hard.
The plants, animals, earth, and fire—all of nature, really—teaches us ways of being during terrible times like these. When we don’t know what to do, we can look to the rhythms of nature, of wind and weather, for example. Of rain on earth. Of birds nesting.
Creating rhythms is good, nature tells us. Trusting our instincts is good—and we don’t often have the time and space to practice that trust. Feeling grounded and safe as a seed is good. Being in the present, like a beloved pet, is good. At the end of the day, all we have to do is what we do. Feel what we feel. Think what we think. And take some very deep, long breaths.