Take a Break



Some of us are feeling hemmed in, claustrophobic, anesthisized. We are depressed by the constant bad news about the spread of Covid 19. Our hearts ache for the victims as well as the medical personnel who put their lives on the line daily to tend to those who are affected.

Spring Stock Photos - Download 6,489,350 Royalty Free PhotosWhen I was feeling overwhelmed yesterday I took a walk outside and breathed in the fresh air consciously. I noticed the miniature pear trees blooming and a few doffodils showing off their buttercup yellow petals. and was grateful. I smelled the new green grass and heard the birds twittering and smiled. I watched the squirrels climbing trees and scampering around on the ground and smiled more.

I realized that I usually take all these ordinary things for granted. Now I view them in a new light, a new appreciation. The sights and smells and sounds seem unusually wonderful. And for those who cannot go outside, look out your window. Perhaps you too can relish the beauty of nature during this season of new life.

Maybe one of the lessons we can learn from this pandemic is not to take anything for granted. We might also have an increased love for our families, neighbors, and friends, even the ones who get on our nerves or have opposite views. Nothing is as important as the relationships in our lives that nourish and challenge us daily.

Yes, we need to keep up with the changing news about the virus. Yes, we need to continue to pray for the doctors and nurses and families who have lost loved ones. Yes, we need to do our daily chores and help our children cope with the "new nornal" But taking a walk outside can refresh us when we feel overwhelmed. Or take a look. You'll be amazed.




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