The Twitter account “Shower Thoughts” has a good thought that is working for me. It reads: “Go to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning” is the human version of “Did you turn it off and turn it back on again?”
Sleep is a marvelous reset, isn’t it? I am thankful for my little bed. In this day and age, having your own place is a luxury, no matter how small the slice of pie. While checking out my groceries at Fred Meyer today I asked the check out person why they haven’t had large shopping carts for over two weeks now. She said these words exactly, “the homeless took them!” That’s about 30-40 carts! I wonder if there are fewer beds for the Bellingham homeless during the lockdown. When the shutdown began the Lighthouse shelter closed and was moved to the High School. The city refit the school into a homeless shelter.
Here is a poem by Wallace Stevens, published in 1923, the last two stanzas
Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymn they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
1) an observed joy- I saw these flowers today. SO perfect! I thought they were plastic.
2) a real concern- There are so many on a national scale.
3) a personal challenge- the challenges are the same, walk every day, keep to a regular work schedule, eat well. It’s getting boring
4) one personal success (no matter how small)- I’m finding myself more truly, more strange.
5) a random thought (no matter how silly)- When I walk around my neighborhood I think it is funny how we give each other plenty of distance, crossing the street, moving to the middle of the road.
Here is my current mood illustrated in a meme. Be well. -Shannon
As of this post, the USA leads the globe with 34,522 COVID-19 deaths.
Next is Italy 22,170, then Spain with 19,315.