To continue with my new ritual of expressing gratitude every morning for something I would normally ignore or take for granted (one way to mark this extraordinary time), this morning I am deeply thankful for dust. Yes, it makes me sneeze and when it’s visible on surfaces in my house, it rouses an old, primitive guilt which stems from being raised by a mother who saw dust as the enemy (it was a ‘50’s thing). But today I recognize that dust is evidence of the breathing universe, of the exhaling plants, and, yes, probably of the degenerating substances all around us, what we lazily label as pollution, and it is also evidence of life and how nothing stays the same. That is such a welcome awareness right now. I’m fond of the notion that this virus is one tool the earth is using to heal herself. We wouldn’t do it, so she got radical and forced us to get the cars off the road and the planes out of the air. Dust is, perhaps, one of her far gentler tools, and I am thankful for it this morning.
Good morning, As I get older, there are more and more nights when sleep is challenging. Some nights I have trouble getting to sleep, other nights I wake in the wee hours and can't get back to sleep. I toss & turn constantly and, yes, I even wake myself with my own snoring. All this makes a good night of sleep like I had last night ever more valuable. So, this morning I wake grateful for the many nights of inconsistent sleep I've endured because of the contrast they provide. Sometimes you only appreciate what you have when it becomes less available. I hope you all stay healthy and sleep well.