I understand daily events in my life can’t be organized, planned, nor managed at this time.
Outside forces intervene, a storm over the water, where ripples become white-capped waves crashing against a rocky shore.
Unable to control this storm, I seek shelter and comfort within the confines of a loving home, watching it swirl around me.
Thankful I’m not out in the midst of it, I think of those who are.
They’ve no choice but to bounce about, facing one wave, then the next.
Never knowing when the biggest one will hit and overtake, tipping them out into the vast ocean, fighting for their lives, and the lives others.
I’m not confined, though sequestered, but not hiding.
Merely being, I’m unable to control and manage.
I am doing my part to stay out of the storm and waiting for it to pass over.
Once it dissipates, I can go outside again and bask in the sunshine.
Ready to organize, plan, and manage daily events, carrying on with life’s familiar once more.
(Author’s note: my voice on #Covid_19 and self-isolating.)
