Time flies when you’re on a holiday from your life. I had a visit from our friendly neighbourhood COVID for the past few days and so the commitments I had were canceled and all the routines including my precious prayer time, journaling, walking, etc. all went by the wayside for a few days as I sat on the couch and numbed out with the TV.
While it wasn’t a physically pleasant experience, it wasn’t the worse thing in the world either. Through it all I had a sense of gratitude for the grace that was and is at work in my life, in all life. I had been feeling kind of tired for a while, trapped in my own stubborn notions that I had to do certain things every day or somehow my world would fall apart or something. Those old drivers that just find other ways to keep pushing us along were active even though it felt like I was doing all these things for my good. Of course, it is but… (there’s always a but isn’t there?) I had allowed myself to get caught in the ‘I have to’ trap which in the end is exhausting because it isn’t really from a sense of freedom.
So, five days of COVID were actually like a holiday from it all and now I’m starting to slowly reincorporate those things that support my journey, except perhaps I can be a little easier with myself and give myself the odd day off.
Namaste
