Last Sunday was a day I won’t forget for a long time. Our amazing daughter Erin and our two beautiful granddaughters drove an hour and a half just to see us for a few minutes.
I heard a car horn beeping excitedly outside and there was a lot of yelling going on. Tim and I ran to the door … and to our amazement, we saw our three Wonder Women, outside our gate, yelling and waving signs saying: “We miss you!” “We love you!”
Talk about melting our hearts! We were blown away by their caring and it was such a joy to see them again! Sorry Facetime and Zoom, it’s just not the same as seeing people you love in the flesh. Of course, we kept our distance … when all we really wanted to do was hug them.
We agreed: “Maybe next time.”
That day was a really good day. The day before, not so much.
I’d hit a wall. It wasn’t the first time since the Covid-19 Pandemic Shelter in Place order went into effect that I went off the rails in the last four weeks, but this time I felt especially angry that we have to go through this seemingly never-ending isolation.
In the last several years, ever since I began to tap into my true passion, so much of the anger I used to feel was gone. I had become a glass-is-half-full kind of gal, so when I felt that anger bubbling up within me, I became frozen with grief and sadness.
I recognized I was on overload and overwhelmingly saddened by the weight of how the quarantine is impacting our lives. I questioned how long we could endure this difficult time. I found myself being cranky with my husband and if I had thought about stomping my foot, I think that might have helped! I wanted all the tears and fears, the longing and separateness, to end.
Fortunately, gardening gives me hope and a place to lean into when I experience the heaviness of the Coronavirus quarantine weighing in on me.
I knew there was only one thing that could help me. I got out my gloves, filled up my tool bag, and went out into my garden where I started weeding with my favorite Cobrahead Weeder.
I’m telling you, that tool is so darn strong, there was no hope for those weeds. I was to be victorious in my quest! After an hour, I was calmer, clearer, and proud of my accomplishment in such a short period of time.
I’m okay for now and I sure do hope you are too. If you’re not feeling hopeful today, or if you’re feeling down or upset, just remember …
Going outside to plant, weed, and bring beauty into your environment is choosing to be resilient. You’ll be seeding inspiration and weeding out what no longer serves you, and before long, you’ll be harvesting new feelings of love, hope, fertility, and abundance.
Above all, may you find ways to be free from anger and fear and to find solace in your garden, be it big or small actions.
With all my love, hope, and compassion for us as we find our way through these turbulent times .