Foggy, Week 57 in the Time of Coronavirus
It’s foggy this morning. How apropos for these times. Our minds are foggy. Well, mine is. By the end of any given day I have limited access to names and words. If I want to relax in the evening, I’m challenged to remember one of a number of shows I enjoy watching.
It also seems foggy when we think of moving forward. We are slowly making our way back to a life previously known. I’d love to travel, dine out, enjoy theater. Yet, I am more cautious now, valuing health and safety over social luxuries. Presently, travel consists of walking to Central Park. Though today I moved through the fog to Randall’s Island where I soon got lost. It was a bit of a challenge not being able to find my bearings since distance visibility was obliterated by low clouds.
In general, this morning’s walk is very much how I’m getting through these days in the time of Coronavirus. I can’t see anything in the distance so I’m reliant on what is right in front of me. What’s right in front of me is quite simple. I work. I write. I prepare simple meals. I eat. Larry and I laugh, when I’m not being defensive or critical. I walk. If I’m feeling really adventurous, I take out my bike. Every morning I meditate. Every night I sleep, lucky if I do it well enough. Of course, there are other things that fill in my days, but my brain is foggy, and I can’t think of much more now.
As the haze of the pandemic continues to blanket our days, we will take one step at a time to find our way to safer ground. Are we there yet? No. But we’re steps closer. Given all we’ve been through, we can trust our ability to persist through the mist.
- Nostalgia! Throwback to another time.
- Listen to music you enjoyed at a younger age
- Play a game that used to be fun for you.
- Find scents that elicit positive memories, whether it’s from a bakery, a freshly mowed lawn, or from a family member’s fragrance tray.