Right now we are all frozen in time, waiting for normalcy to return. We busy ourselves in our homes, some starting projects, some working remotely others entertaining children and try to keep the worry at bay. I have started walking. At first I just walked around the neighborhood, up and down every street, the couple of streets that have a small hill, taking in the view. Then I started looking for different views, appreciating the variety of vantage points I have access to being on top of a mountain.
I look out at the quiet valley; I can see the streets with so few cars and the houses buttoned up tight. In my neighborhood there is a sweet little park, I like to think of as a meditation spot, with a trickling fountain. It is a calm place and offers another view of the distance.
This time, I begin to look for the little things along my walk. I look for the art in the front yards, along the homes, the charming little yard statues. I find that there is a lot of self expression here.
There are the hopes for peace and tranquility. The happy expression of joy. The reminder to go within and find our own inner peace and joy. The calming presence of self-reflection during a time of uncertainty all around us.
There are signs of hope under the watchful, eyes of peaceful saints.
These two, one resting by a tree and one providing a small bird with a drink of water, implore us to steady our resolve and to take stalk in all that we do have.
Gratitude and acceptance.
There are playful gnomes watching our gardens.
There are animals.
This is Topanga, so of course we have a flying pig!
This guy is stoic but I am sure he would like to fly if he could.
There are a few children.
The offering of water, the offering of what we have to give from the place that we are now.
The important thing is to remember that we might feel alone, but we are not alone.