Since I last wrote I have been sick.
I left my house for a weekend visit with friends, and I ended up unable to make the 6 hour drive back home. I was convalescing for 2 weeks. Meanwhile, it stormed constantly back home as a series of storms dropped over 3' of icy snow. I was an eternity away physically and mentally. I thought of the driveway that needed plowing, the mail accumulating, leftovers that were going bad while the power was out, the plants that needed watering, the many appointments to cancel, and all the other things that I left undone thinking I'd be back home in a few.
Every time we walk out the front door, we just expect to be back, but we can never be completely sure if it will be the last time. I became acutely aware of all the loose ends I left behind without any contingency plan. As I was awaiting the prognosis of my chest x-ray, hoping I did not have pneumonia, I kept thinking about how I need to get my papers in order, just in case.
The world is a wonderful and crazy and fragile place, constantly flowing from moment to moment. Nothing is guaranteed, other than the process of flow itself. While leaders clash over power, politics and perceived scarcity, the world keeps flowing and time will take them just like it will take us all. I am choosing not to waste my flowing time on trivialities. It's just too precious.
P.S. - all clear on the pneumonia btw! ✌️