IAmNotBritish, episode nine
Happy Brunch Sunday from Florida! Raise your mimosas and let's clink a cheers to a bit of connection between work, notices and ads in your inbox. Written with a London accent in my head. Reading with an accent is completely voluntary.
It's very quiet. Except for the silent shouting layered between yuke songs and teacher parades on Facebook, the world has become still. Except for the hospitals and VA clinics and emergency cares, the loudest voices of our day is the one inside our own heads.
The Sandhill Crane family that lives on my street crossed again from pond to swamp this morning. The babies tan fluff is mixed now with the grey sleek feathers of their parents. I stood with my white retirement dogs, letting the family pass. The thought 'socially distant' did not come to mind. I am respecting their space, not wanting to cause them anxiety, and fascinated with their reality. The mother leads, grabbing snacks on the go and throwing them over her shoulder to the smartest or hungriest of the two aging colts. The clingy one is larger than its sibling.
No cars drive by. The school bell does not ring a mile away. Neighbors cars left under the live oak trees are littered with piles of pollen, dissolving the paint finish. Some mornings, the crane will repeatedly look into its reflection in the SUV window, duck down, and look again, mesmerized by it's reflection.
It's their world now, while we humans occupy ourselves with the things we have in our homes. Things we rarely have time to use or enjoy.
Except for the suffering, life is beautiful.
Today's Deep Breath: (Here's a practical juju nugget. May or may not be helpful.)
For those of us lucky enough to not be very ill, fighting to breath, let's be observant and in awe of this natural world we live in. Let's help who we can. I hope your day is filled with a beautiful, safe quiet and I hope you can enjoy some peace. Happy Sunday.
Until next time,