Here I am - I feel as if I am being swallowed up by our Covid pandemic. This widespread frenzy is truly challenging me. I desperately want to get back to visiting with family and friends - to feel alive and not just living. I know, it probably sounds a little overstated and somewhat whiny.
The truth is that I long to sit in a coffee shop with my pen and paper or laptop and simply people watch. I look forward to seeing the affection that someone has for their early morning cup of java. Watch their face light up when they take their first sip. I can almost hear those obscene slurping sounds that used to annoy me or take in the tinkle of a spoon one too many times rasping against the porcelain mug. Oh how wonderful that would be!
Those little opportunities that I once took for granted are now pushing their way into my thoughts. They weigh heavy - like a burden instead of something I hope for. Who would have thought that something so trivial would mean so much to me? Such an intense desire to be where people can once again interact.
Without even knowing it, a room full of strangers can set in motion the seeds for ideas. Colours come to life, a fashionista trying to start a new trend introduces a character. Whispers, rumblings and hummers all have a way of stirring the writer in me. They provide the backdrop to a multitude of stories.
I must admit that I have lost my zeal for writing. My lack of interaction to have silenced my passion. This road to recovery feels so long. Each day I need more patience to ride it out.
I can't say that I was one of those people that was allowing my life to wear me out. I never could function at high speed. Now I feel as though I am ready to go full steam ahead and this too feels odd to me.
I'm asking God to refresh my heart, renew my spirit and encourage me along this extraordinary path we're all on. New beginnings are on the horizon. Though I am thankful for the quiet times I have had over the past year, I am ready for something other than Covid.