The Days Blend Together

I don’t know about you, but I’m not accomplishing much.

Each day of this pandemic blends into the next. Projects that seemed so important a couple of months ago lay dormant, staring at me from further and further away as I simply turn my head and walk past. I’m moving to a slower rhythm now and often forget what day of the week it is. The only entries in my calendar are FaceTime calls – friends next door as far away as those on the other side of the world. We share a glass of wine, or mug of coffee, or read to each other from our journals.

Each morning I send out a lesson to my students which might sound like I’m accomplishing something. But I’m not. I wrote the lessons before the pandemic came. When I still held a tangible ball of energy in my hands, before it broke apart and sifted through my fingers like sand.

A lifetime ago.

I’ve been gardening more, cooking more, eating more. Playing lots of games of scrabble – my left hand versus my right. And spending an awful lot of time just sitting and staring into space. Centering down into a simple life. I chalk ‘filling slug traps with beer’, ‘snipping morning glory’ and 'picking a bouquet' as big accomplishments each day, as is my 250-step walk around our garden. Eight times around is a mile. Some days I walk more. Some days less.

But I'm still walking in circles

I might not be accomplishing much, but I’m noticing more, feeling more. Finding sparks of joy in things I took for granted way back then – the sharp tang of my husband’s sourdough bread; noting the exact day new blossoms burst out on the lilacs and when tiny Akebia petals fall onto the moss; laughing at squirrels and bunnies chasing each other across the grass; how good it feels to pull weeds and watch veggies erupt out of the ground; how delicious my Mom’s old recipes are and how I really like to cook when I’ve got all of the ingredients.

And each day, I participate in my own class: Seek Beauty • Create Joy.

Funny, how when I wrote the course last fall and winter—it seems like a lifetime ago—I pulled together exercises that are helping me cope with this roller-coaster of emotion I’m now on. How did I know back then, that I would need my own lessons so much now? You’re welcome to join, if it’s something that calls to you.

I signed up for a writing class the other day to try and shake myself out of this numbness – a few students in my class signed up with me to hone our skills at writing stream-of-consciousness. It’s a technique I touch on in my own class because it’s one of the best ways I know, to turn off our inner critic and tap into the innate creativity that's inside of us. Instructions are simple: take a line and run with it, without thinking, without editing.

Sort of like I did just now:

The days blend together
The days blend together
The days blend together

I think it’s working because I got up this morning and started writing to you, which is accomplishing something, don’t you think?

I’d love to hear from you:

Are you accomplishing much? Don't worry if you're not… you’re in good company.

And if your days are running together too, then I invite you to join us in finding more beauty in every-day life and creating Joy:

Seek Beauty • Create Joy

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Hi, I’m Beverly

I’m passionate about inspiring women to think outside the box, unearth their inner vibrancy, and surround themselves with colors that make them feel alive and hopeful!