One puppy’s chin is on my elbow as I type. She whines pitifully for the sunshine she’s missing. The deck door is open but she’s only happy if I stay too. She feigns separation anxiety when really she’s bored. I find her a toy and get back to work.
I’m not so different. Surrounded by books and yarn and flowerbeds, I sigh for something or someone else to entertain me. The most handy and least satisfying of them all is my smart phone. Two taps away from the voice of my every friend, and I play Free Cell instead.
I’ve a friend who predicted the internet wouldn’t last. Rather than merely endure it has seeped into every nook and cranny of our lives and our life together. Without it I feel a prick of anxiety about how to do my day - in spite of the fact that for years I was a mother, minister, and human being without it. I laugh to think my grandparents thought the same about electricity.
All the same, I’m grateful for its gifts, most of all daily contact with my kids. Yesterday one daughter texted me pictures of what she’s working on at art school. She’s fourteen hours and two taps away. Lucky me.
May your day bring deep connection with others, with nature and with your own heart and soul.
~ peace & prayers,