Sharon Randall: Discovering peace when there’s nothing to do
What do you do whenever you’ve carried out all you want or wish to do?
Earlier than the coronavirus quarantine, I by no means requested myself that query. My life was full.
I wrote a column every week, as I nonetheless do, and traveled to talk in locations across the nation. Once I wasn’t touring, I frolicked with my husband. I nonetheless do this, too. Nonstop. 24/7.
However we frequently went out to dinner or to the grocery retailer or appointments. We visited household and associates. He performed in a band and I went to his gigs, taking our grandsons (ages 9 and eight) who assume he’s a rock star.
Our youngsters usually came visiting and we’d prepare dinner and chuckle and eat as if there have been no tomorrow.
Now? We keep up a correspondence by FaceTime and telephone. We learn on-line to the older grandkids, chuckle at movies of the little ones and e-visit with family members day by day.
Not too long ago, my son-in-law left a pizza on our porch. My daughter dropped off vegetation for our terrace. And my youngest introduced his three babes to see us. We stored six ft aside. I by no means dreamed six ft may appear to this point.
The one different faces we see are drivers who depart groceries at our door. We sit out most evenings watching the sundown. Neighbors go by strolling their canines and we wave from afar.
However nobody is available in. And we don’t exit. It’s like solitary confinement. For 2. Fortunately, we like one another. Often. And fortunately, our fundamental wants are met. However some days cross slowly and I’ve quite a lot of time to assume.
I take into consideration our lives and the lives of our youngsters and grandchildren. I ponder what the world will likely be like in years to come back. I’ve been questioning about these issues since I used to be a toddler and by no means discover a solution.
Generally, to quiet my thoughts, I flip my ideas into prayers. I’m not good at it, however I hope God hears me anyhow. Eventually, I’m going again to considering.
In the present day, as a substitute of considering, I took a drive with my husband.
Spring in California is difficult to imagine. Hills that had been brown in summer season, one spark away from bursting into flame, have turned brilliant inexperienced, lush with tall grass and speckled with wildflowers.
We stopped some time to observe a herd of deer grazing in a area thick with lupine and poppies.
I want you can’ve seen it.
The inexperienced of the hills, the blue of the sky, the sound of the wind within the timber and most of all, the benefit with which these deer went about their lives, crammed me with a peace I’d not felt for days.
Nature takes a break in winter. Birds fly south. Bears hibernate. Crops and timber go dormant. In spring, it awakes, rested and able to be actually alive.
People take holidays, however our minds maintain working, even when there’s nothing to do.
My grandmother spent her final 20 years largely alone. As a toddler, I beloved to go to her. Each morning, we did chores. Picked beans. Fed chickens. Gathered flowers for the desk. She taught me to learn, play checkers, and crochet. And we took lengthy walks on the mountain learning vegetation and birds and clouds.
As soon as, I requested her what she did all day after I wasn’t there.
“The identical issues,” she stated, “besides checkers. It’s not a lot enjoyable to play checkers alone. I’m going for walks most days. If it rains, I sit on the porch. If I keep inside, I feel an excessive amount of. Nature at all times appears to appease my soul.”
A few of us spend our lives inside self-imposed partitions, preserving busy when there’s nothing to do, excited about questions that haven’t any solutions.
If we be taught nothing else from this quarantine, perhaps it will possibly educate us methods to relaxation, methods to be alone with ourselves and one another in the actual world — not a world of TVs and computer systems and pointless ideas, however certainly one of inexperienced hills, blue skies and hope.
And we’ll awake, like Nature on the finish of an extended winter, rested and able to be actually alive.
Sharon Randall will be reached at P.O. Field 416, Pacific Grove CA 93950 or on her web site: www.sharonrandall.com.
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