I’ve been sitting outside for over an hour talking to my kids. Listening to their problems and kinda laughing to myself. Thinking back to when had to do those same things. But today it’s a lot tougher, with the world going insane with all these problems. Who would have thought that with all this instead access, we’d be scrounging around for toilet paper? But yet here we are in this information age, panicking about everything we hear.
I don’t know, maybe our mushy little organic brains aren’t developed enough to keep up with technology? Or maybe they’re just too clogged up with emotion to live on constant facts. But that’s a story for another day. Right now, I’m just focused on just being. While I am very much aware of our shared situation, at the moment I’m focused on what’s around me. Like the garden that needs hoeing, the flower seeds that need planting in the flower boxes, and of course what I’m going to have for lunch.
I’m blessed that I don’t have to sit in my house all the time. That I at least live where I can go outside and listen to the children playing down the street. Maybe that’s the most important thing I should be focused on. The ability to breathe and look at life with clarity and balance. That despite what logic and data dictates, I can still dream. That I have enough of my mushy brain left to see beyond just numbers and have hope.