I know what you’re thinking. What the heck does she mean by settling out? You’re right. It makes no sense. Times are so strange. I honestly wish that tomorrow was January 1st, 2021. 2020 has been a wipe, ha ha. Can we just skip to the good part? Anyways, let’s get started.

During COVID-19 everything has changed. Life is still topsy turvy here in NYC and I’m sure it’s crazy elsewhere, too. I’m finally settling in. I’m finally in a groove. This is all taking place…just when we are now starting to talk about re-opening. I’m still getting used to this new normal. I’m not ready to start a new phase of change (although I will have to adapt regardless and I’m prepared to do so). So I’ve settled in…but what about the next part? What about…settling…out? By that I mean how do we progress towards re-opening and changing our way of life for the 2nd time in a very recent period. How do we feel comfortable in such a chaotic and dangerous world/situation? We’ll have no choice. Life must go on, but how do we, in ourselves, prepare ourselves for the unknown and possible danger of the next phase. We must be brave. We must educate ourselves about how to be safe while moving around the city now. What will this new world look like? Will we be quarantined again? So that’s what I mean by settling out. Going out into the world again with whatever confidence in the face of fear that we can after upending our lives by quarantining (which I agree, has been good to do and may be best to continue). For the record, I don’t want the world to go back to the way things were before. Clearly that was not working, and we need to move forward in a different, more positive manner.

Although I am very well aware of the fact that the phrase settling out isn’t a logical term or a regular one, to me it perfectly captures the way that I’m feeling. How are you feeling?

Yesterday, while walking to do an errand, stuck in my own head, thinking about trying to keep distance from people who did not seem to be thinking about social distancing, I randomly looked up to the sky. It was a beautiful, bright blue day, and, very uncommonly, I could see the moon crisp and clear. It made me stop and think about my previous post. I had written about looking up to the sky, centering oneself, and being grateful for the frontline workers. Sometimes I forget my own advice, as I’m sure we all do. Yesterday, I stopped and took a breath. The sight of the moon looking down over the world reminded me that there is something so much bigger out there than all of us. There are larger forces at work than mankind. It was very comforting thinking about how all of us are simply small creatures allowed to live on this beautiful planet that has, miraculously, supported us for so long. It reminded me that the world provides us with what we need if we stop and listen. I couldn’t let myself forget that moment, so here is the photo that I took.

Although I know that today’s word is twinkle, this memory of the moon popped up in my mind as I started deliberating what to write about. I generally go with whatever the first thing is the springs to life, as I enjoy writing stream-of-conscious style posts. Also, the cosmos is just such a fascinating, beautiful, unifying place. I wonder what it’s like to look back at the earth from the International Space Station and see the world for what it really is. What a life-changing experience. What a point of view.

Swiss Cheese

What an interesting word for today! Swiss. Ha ha, the first thing that comes to mind is swiss cheese, which brings me to something I’ve been looking at buying recently. In this quarantine I find myself wanting comfort foods more and more. Soooo…pancakes. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Cereal. Yummy! We all need a little comfort and nostalgia right now. Some people do it by baking bread. Apparently I do it by making the aforementioned foods. Sooooo…enter the Nostalgia grilled cheese toaster. I know, this has got to be one of the least profound posts I may have written, but I had to be honest about what this specific word brought up right away. I get no kickbacks or funds for this, but just in case you’re interested, here’s the link to the one on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Nostalgia-TCS2-Easy-Clean-Adjustable-Toasting/dp/B0744M3SB4. I hope, during this extremely difficult time, that everyone finds some form of comfort and something to feel grateful for. Happy Sunday, you all out there. Try to have a happy Sunday.

Can’t is a word that I often said.

Can’t is a word that was stuck in my head.

Can’t was a cop-out,

A way to get by,

While letting life,

Pass me right by.

But what if I could,

Asks the engine inside.

What if I found,

I could no longer hide?

Then what would happen?

Would I look up at the sky?

Would I grab the opportunities

That were passing me by?

Would I fly like an eagle,

Or soar like a bird?

Or would I be afraid

They would think I’m absurd?

But if I’m like a bird

I belong in the sky.

Not stuck on the ground,

So eager to fly.

My wings are not broken,

They’re simply afraid,

But now I must try

For what I was made.

 

 

Wow! I have learned a new word today. I did not know what infrangible meant until this ragtag prompt and I think that the word is beyond fitting for today. As the microscope on NYC gets more focused and life becomes more tough as the days go just living here, I think this word is extremely important for not only NY’ers, but around the world. As the newer cases are showing, none of us are untouchable. The best we can do is be diligent, strong, and keep our distance from one another. I also find that the entertainment world has seriously stepped up to help keep the world laughing, singing, and happy as much as is humanly possible during this time. I could not be more appreciative of that, as life here becomes more stressful. BUT…here’s to the heroes and the helpers. They are trying tirelessly to heal the world, and they deserve the world in return.

Infrangible.

Infrangible?

Untouchable?

No.

Unbreakable.

We must be unbreakable.

Our spirit must soar,

So high that we are like the moon,

Shining brightly,

Throughout the darkest of times.

So tonight,

Look up to the sky.

Breathe in,

Breathe out,

And send love,

To all of those on the front lines,

Who are fighting for us.

We are forever thankful.

Forever grateful.

Photo credit: Sanaan Mazhar with Pexels.

Instagram: @piccinng

Huh. Empty.

That’s an interesting word.

If anything, I feel,

Anything but empty.

It’s weird.

I’m isolated right now,

For the most part,

As are many of us.

But empty?

Not so much.

It’s more like…

Filled with emotion.

Fear.

Courage.

Strength of personal bonds.

Support from loved ones.

Terror of the unknown.

Thoughts of unease.

Thoughts of love.

My heart is abuzz.

My brain is on fire.

But empty,

As you’d rightfully assume,

That I’d feel,

I don’t.

Maybe it’s because,

There are so many helpers out there.

Here’s to the helpers.

Here’s to the heroes.

Sacrificing their lives,

In order to save ours.

RDP Wednesday: Sunshine

Personally, I think of sunshine emotionally and physically. At this moment, as the situation in NYC becomes more and more tense with the virus (it’s even so slow that I’m able to write this post while at work), I take slight comfort in the fact that it has been sunny in the last couple of days. The air has been tense and distraught recently with the news, and with the sunshine the energy has lifted a bit. People are smiling a little. So here’s to sunshine. May it flourish in all of our hearts in this difficult time around the world.

RDP Tuesday: Purr

Her cute little purrs relax my heart.

There’s nothing like it.

She’s not even mine.

Yet she has such a healing power.

Scientifically, it’s been proven.

I can’t wait to visit with her.

She lives far away,

But the memory of her laying on me is as clear,

As if it were yesterday.

She’s so tiny that her whole body buzzes and shakes

When she purrs.

She’s a rescue cat,

But that sounds so sad,

Like my boyfriend did her a favor,

When in reality,

She’s given him so much.

She’s right where she’s always belonged.

With someone who loves her endlessly.

A member of the family who arrived six years into her life.

And will be cherished by us forever.

Find a furrever lovebug in the D.C. area here, at King Street Cats, if you’re interested. There’s lots of sweet loves waiting for a good home. I don’t receive compensation for sharing their info, just the good feeling that hopefully I can help one of these amazing animals find the best people for them who love them like Honey is loved. Here’s to turning around the difficult lives they’ve led into something beautiful.

https://www.kingstreetcats.org/

Photo by Ihsan Aditya from Pexels

RDP Saturday: Water

When I thought about the word water for today’s daily prompt I considered coming up with a beautiful poem (or, hopefully beautiful, lol), but nothing came to mind. Sometimes I try too hard when it comes to writing (and life, in general). I can’t seem to be comfortable not churning out work that I think is profound. That’s not to say that any of my past work is viewed as profound, in my opinion, but sometimes I think that maybe I try to make each thought and/or statement much deeper than it really is in that moment. In other words, I’m creatively stuck just a bit and I forget that that’s okay; that not every post has to be perfect and shiny. Not today.

So here’s to loving writing by the method of brain drain today. Here’s to imperfection. Here’s to letting my mind wander and not judging what comes of it. So. Water.

When I think of the word water I hear the gurgling nature of the ocean as you come up to the surface after dunking your head, when your ears are adjusting. I think of the aqua blue beauty of the ocean in Bermuda. I go to my happy place: Horseshoe Bay in Bermuda. It brings a peaceful smile to my face in a time where the world is anxious. It brings some calm to my paranoia. Bermuda. 🙂

Photo Credit: Matthew Henry

RDP Sunday: Earth’s Masterpiece

sky-earth-space-working-2156What is a masterpiece?

Does a masterpiece mean perfection?

Does it mean a lack of error?

The world is full of errors.

The world is also full of blessings.

It’s full of compassion.

It’s full of miracles.

Things exist that shouldn’t be able to.

It’s luck, yes or no?

The odds were stacked against human creation.

Yet here we are.

Time and time again the earth has adapted.

It’s grown.

Everything works in some sort of harmony,

Beautiful or not.

It’s all scientifically connected.

Art, music, you name it.

It’s all science.

It all works together,

Hand in hand.

It’s as if the earth itself is an orchestra conductor

And humans, animals, plants, etc.,

Are the violins, the cellos, each different section.

Yet it all comes together with earth conducting the show.

In all its errors, the existence of the orchestra is a masterpiece.