I’ve been thinking about what to write on my blog each day hoping to find something to write about other than the situation we are in with Covid-19. But what keeps coming to me is that this is the time for me to journal and share about my life during this time period. Today is March 24 and I can only imagine what everyone in the world is experiencing. For me, I can feel the connection of the people of the world, that we are all one within the human race, and we are all going through the same situation and crisis together, wherever we live.
Chapter 1
It’s now March 24 and I’m going to start with January. Although I don’t have to many vivid memories of that month since it seemed to be quite a normal month, so to speak. In looking over the month of January in my calendar book I can understand why it seems so nondescript. Being semi-retired, my days unfold mostly according to what I feel doing each day and January didn’t have so much activity going on.
The month of January was cold, so I wasn’t able to go out for my morning walk too often. I love my morning walks in the neighborhood. One route takes me up a local street that has quite and incline, getting my heart going and great exercise for my legs. That’s a mile and a half walk. The other favorite I have is a 2 mile walk where I travel the road with a gradual increase for at least a mile, also pumping my heart and giving me some great leg activity. I listen to a podcast while I’m walking by Mike Rowe “The Way I Heard It” and really enjoy this time alone. A number of times during the month my husband, Kris, and I would go out and hike at a few local trails in the foothills of the Rockies (I live in Colorado).
Given that I facilitate a breathing meditation practice, I did have a few days in the month of January where I gave some session and also coached and supported one of the facilitators that Kris and I recently trained. Along with that, the other so called “work” activity I have is to do some management of our rental properties. Not much work, really, as we have a management company on hand for most things. I enjoy knowing how our tenants are doing and like to be apprised of things from time to time.
Aside from what I just explained, those work activities maybe took up on average 4-5 hours a week. So what else did I do? I am enjoying pottery. There’s a local pottery studio 1/2 mile from my house, close enough to walk to weather permitting. Once I week I am immersed in one focus for 3 1/2 hours. Sometimes I go more often than once a week. Total attention on throwing pottery, never quite knowing what each piece with turn out to be even if I start with an idea. I’m a novice, only been doing this for a year, but man, I am addicted. It’s the best place to be to put my mind aside for a long period of time and pay attention to one thing. It’s a great way to meditate. I realized not too long ago how much I love to create and this is such a wonderful avenue for this energy I have to do something creative with my hands, my mind, my ideas.
One other thing that occupied our time was the planning of a vacation. We found an amazing place, by recommendation of a friend, called Yelapa. Located on the coast of Mexico about a 45 minute boat taxi ride from Puerto Vallarta. Along with plans to Mexico, we made plans to go visit our kids and grandkids in California at the end of the Mexico trip. So there was excitement in the air as we talked about our travel time.
One of my favorite things of enjoyment is to relax in my home with the wood-burning fireplace emanating heat throughout our home. Hunkering down inside during the cold days isn’t something I mind. However, having a wonderful fire glowing in the fireplace from morning to early evening is delightful and we basically had the fire going all of January.
The corona virus epidemic (not a pandemic yet) hadn’t come so much into my attention early in January, but as the month moved on more information started to surface about the situation in China. The information was shocking. I’m trying to remember how I may have been affected by the news and the most I can remember is that I felt so bad for the people that were being affected, how out of control things were in that area of the world and it was happening to them-so far away. I didn’t so much think about when and how it would spread around the world. However, as it got closer to our trip I began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t the best idea to travel. I hadn’t yet been hit by the reality of what was happening and hadn’t even begun to think about what was possible to come out of this virus in China.