Small lake by my house in Washington State, USA. It is mostly serene except for a group of gaggle (geese) that does their random round of the lake. Sometimes they run right by a kayaker or paddle boarder. Yesterday, a group passed leisurely by me as I Kayak.
Evenings are majestic with lighted houses around the lake reflecting it in a mirror of water. The name befits the beauty and serenity of the place. Ko I feel blessed and humbled where I am and want to share this.
It has been four long years since I have posted anything. Life was hectic and changes were rapid. Before Pandemic, it was mainly work and the usual mundane clutters that took much of my time. Then came the unforeseen Pandemic the world has never seen and all lives seemed to be contained in a whirlpool of chaotic frenzy. People like myself who thought ourselves to be overly cautious and strong due to our healthy choice of lifestyle were disproved and slapped with the harsh reality that this very unwelcome evil called Corona Virus knows no boundaries or discriminations. My family including myself succumbed to the Virus and lost one very dear and loyal friend and helper. She was everyone’s right “arm”, a person with untiring energy that helped raised two of our family’s youngster, finder of lost or misplaced things, great cook and confidant to name a few of her many attributes.
Our dear and loyal friend and helper, a victim of Covid.
My family, three cousins, a spouse, niece and 86 years old auntie are now proud Covid survivors only by the grace of God who worked His miracle through our doctor.
The isolation were just as miserable as the affliction. It was a lonely place and journey that one thread alone. The nights were haunting and sleep was distant. It was the time of reevaluation of priorities, revisiting the past even with all its unsettling events and unresolved issues. Making amends and forgiving ones self. Closures and a promise to change what could be changed. Resolved to love Me better so I can love unconditionally those deserving of my affection.
A glimpse of the empty street was a reminder of life’s sudden change to cope with the Pandemic and our backyard offered the only recluse and assurance that the air is breathable and safe.
Today, I am humbled and grateful for everything I used to take for granted. Life with all its challenges, detours and surprises still has to be lived with gusto. I am all smiles and looking up with anticipation. I am stronger, focused, balanced and non judgmental. I will remind myself not to sweat the small and inconsequential things with an attitude that it is what it is.
To family and friends around the globe who are already celebrating this special day, I extend my heartfelt wishes for a happy Turkey Day. Despite the many ups and downs experienced in life, I remain grateful for the many blessings big and small that have come my way. To my family who stood by while I weather the storm, to friends who lent their untiring time and company when the chips were down and celebrated my victories big and small. Lastly, to those special ones that had loved me along the way unconditionally and overlooked my flaws, Thank you.
It seems so long ago that I have been inspired to sit down and let words come to life without prodding. Today my mind is in sync with my heart again. It has been in a transition that needed inspiration and reason to move forward. As a bit of a restless soul at times, that stagnant stage was out of character but necessary to come to its own realization. Today, I celebrate a rebirth, reinvention of old to new, awakening, all of the above and much more. I welcome new found friends and a special one in particular. Driving around the coastline and soaking in the scenery, peaks and valleys with the blue ocean in the background was mesmerizing to say the least. It was looking with fresh eyes that had just woken up from a slumber. Watching the sunset with friends was an intense experienced as though I have never seen the glowing sun go down to rest. One of the legends says that the sun goes down to rendezvous with her lover the moon.
Inspirations suddenly become abundant. Where have I been all these times? Despite the absence from the present, I will not be too exuberant as to throw caution to the wind. I will be true to myself as always to tread slowly and to relish the feeling of appreciating and being appreciated. To love and beloved again? Why not? and draw back strength from loved ones as I did. Finally, to rejoice with gratitude for the smile on my face. No more tears to a life interrupted nor regrets to failed attempts to replicate it. Some things are better left to its own cycles and seasons….”He giveth and He taketh back “. To my blogger friends, I am back!
My miniature roses in full bloom. Each day is a testimonial that life thrives in the smallest of nature unseen by naked eyes. I am a believer that anything with life, can feel and are capable of manifestation of their emotion. Try singing and praising to your plants while you spray them their daily water mist and they seem to rejoice in delight. The outcome is a more intense color and their petals open widely. My mini roses looks so vibrant and happy.
Behold a beautiful sight outside my bedroom. Multicolored flowers in bloom, greens as a backdrop, three little birdie atop an awning and a baby Easter rabbit prancing around the garden. Birds chirping and bees humming all day in celebration of Spring but the mundane trivialities of life has taken over such simple joy and blessings. Today, I soaked the sun, the musical sound of the birds and the bees and declared I love you Spring. Please stay awhile.
It cannot be denied that Spring has spread her wings and her presence can be felt and seen. My allergy is a constant reminder and the mesmerizing colors around the house and the neighborhood is undeniable.
I have watched this lonely orange struggle to stay alive. The gardener cannot figure out after feeding it with food plant and spraying for bugs why it has not grown robust and healthy as it should. Despite the struggle for life and a lonely existence without siblings, this precious orange stand to remind me that life can be lived alone if you are tenacious enough to stand the elements around you. Simply, the will to survive must be stronger than the need to let go.
It is heartwarming to watch someone so ecstatic over a simple Sunday breakfast of Gingerbread wheat pancakes smothered with Canadian maple syrup, two strips of what she calls “died and went to heaven” crispy bacon, cheese omelette and black coffee. How simple the world will be and stress free if we can be this easily pleased, contained and appeased. I watched with enviousness at the delight of such simplicity of need and vowed to look closer and be more aware of the smaller surprises around.