The good thing about the COVID-19 madness going on right now is that many people, myself included, are finding ways to reconnect with long lost hobbies (or people). The long lost hobby that I have personally reconnected with, if you can’t tell from the dates of my last three posts, is writing.
Writing always makes me feel better. I have journalled since I was in first grade and in the past when I’ve been especially down, reading the thoughts of a 7 year old version of myself always put me in a better mood. It’s so lovely.
Today, I wrote the following poem about resilience. I hope that reading it makes you feel a little more strong and able to continue on while the world is affected by the coronavirus.
3/20/20 4:08 pm
I am wind,
Flexible and free,
Present, yet unseen,
Moving, yet sometimes still
I am an energy to be felt.
I am oak,
Strong and sure
Sometimes, I forget these things.
Sometimes, I don’t remember that I am capable,
That I am resilient.
Sometimes, the reflection in the mirror appears weakened, broken, and sad.
Sometimes, I cannot see because I cannot rest.
I am the whole universe,
Experiencing this tumult, just as everyone else, just as every other universe, just as you.
Together, we are changing, growing, enduring, evolving, and adapting.
Together, we can rest, and remember.