“It is especially when life feels too small or big to handle, too predictable or uncertain, that we need the gifts of gratefulness.”
- Kristi Nelson
London is quiet. At times this is eerie. It has a dream-like quality to it and often feels as if we are in some sort of sci-fi movie. All of life is on hold. One giant pause. Perhaps this is a much needed space to breathe. And that is the gift of this experience, if we are willing to see it as more than just an inconvenience, or curse.
On Thursday an ambulance came and masked-paramedics rushed into a building opposite us. A while later they wheeled out a man in a stretcher, receiving oxygen and took him away. It felt too close to home. The ambulance came again yesterday but I did not stay to watch who they took away next. I am aware this virus is everywhere. If it was visible, we most likely would not need warnings about going out. This harsh realty stares me in the face. I have moments where I feel ok - sure that if I or my family do get sick, we will be strong enough to fight it and then I have moments where I just don’t know. How can any of us be sure of anything right now? I walk away from the window facing the street and go to the bedroom where I sit on my bed, touch the soft fabric of the duvet, take a few deep breaths, count my blessings and give thanks for all those I love, for our health and safety, for our emotional and financial well being in this uncertain time. Take nothing for granted. Appreciate it all. I am opening my heart to the lessons this experience is teaching me and I am filling it with gratitude.