I look at the white page on the computer screen, awaiting the muse to anoint me. Today’s news of an acquaintance giving up to COVID-19 pneumonia is heavy on my mind and heart. My eyes are drawn to the scene outside: blue skies, red brick homes, all beautifully shaded by lush green maples. The black iron fence conveys a sense of protection. The peace which has eluded me washes my soul.
Sharing a house has its tensions. A pandemic marred by political turmoil accentuates the stress as I watch ED deal with overwork, bored teens, and an uncertain school year. Mike and I escaped to Chicago to assist YD with repairs in her new home. Clarification: Mike is assisting with repairs. I am in my garden-level “she-shed” enjoying the view. Walks have restored my spirits while, I hope, strengthening my legs. Sitting outdoors on the deck is a healing alternative to floating in the warm pool.
My mother mind, though, cannot escape the concerns of my children. ED, I hope you and the boys are enjoying some of this time having the house to yourself. YD, I hope you don’t get sick of us before the repairs get completed or I feel like heading home, whichever comes first. C-boy, you have not chosen the easy path but I am proud of how you keep pushing through. All of our children are first rate people. That alone gives me peace.