Breath in, breath out. On the Adirondack bench beneath the kiwi arbor late afternoon sun beneath bluest of sky, stilling my mind, emptying thoughts: focus on the cool air traversing nostrils, filling belly sending calming goodness throughout my body. Just breathe. Just be. Here in this moment.
But the words I didn’t know I’d have to know coronavirus social distancing shelter in place come unbidden, bringing a worm of anxiety hitching my breath, derailing my bliss with an endless loop of troubling questions I can’t answer (and maybe don’t want to find out the answers).
Breathe in! Breathe out! Come back to the moment! So . . . this rich soil and awakened kiwi vine, this cluster of daffodils which wondrously appears each spring this ant struggling to drag his bounty home, the quiet street in front of me in my quirky little neighborhood, with a peak of the bay and forested hills beyond. There is no place better than this one moment right now.