As death is all around me, I have reflected, shared stories, and imagined a time when this will seem surreal. Who lives on empty streets, with vague sounds of neighbors sleepwalking through their new normal lives? Even the dogs have ceased barking as if to signal they feel the pain of humanity. That “busy-ness” we had just a month ago has been enveloped by our day of reckoning that man, with all his intellect and innovations, is yet vulnerable to nature.
So then – where is Joy? Life has gotten ultra-simple for me. And because I spend more time in the confines of four walls at home; I seek and find gifts that have always been there, but I was always too busy to enjoy them. I awaken earlier and find the joy of breathing as, unfortunately, many will not have that joy today. I no longer prepare for a two-hour commute but rather re-direct that energy to nourishing the spirit in meditation, yoga, reading, and writing. I find joy in the smile of my little granddaughter as the crisis has literally brought us closer together. I find joy in styling my daughter’s outfit for her sorority”s virtual anniversary celebration.
I find joy in receiving a call from my cousin, who is unable to physically move but has just become skilled in activating voice commands using Amazon’s Alexia. I find joy in scheduling weekend family Face time visits with friends and family. I find joy in checking in to my sister’s 65th Zoom birthday party. I find joy in just being accessible to those friends and family who continue to mourn the loss of those they love.
What I have come to understand now more than ever, the crisis cannot steal my joy. Yes there are daily tragedies among us but as long as there is life there is “Joy” – we need only to stand still and feel her.