I suddenly see that this virus thing brings into focus the inherent sustainability of the life flow I’ve been living — absolutely nothing has changed in my flow. I see as few people as I always do and I still see the people I always do. My “work” and small income are unaffected, my eating and outing patterns are also the same. (If anything, more people have the pause in their flow to work with me online in the guidance sessions, and those who already see me regularly in person for music or guidance, experience being in my presence and/or singing as strengthening to their immunity).
I didn’t have travel plans that have to be canceled; I don’t have any large group things to attend; I can still paint, write and sing as I always do. I’m as much in solitude as ever (I don’t even do phone calls on a regular basis) and as surrounded by periodic hugs as ever. I don’t find myself reading up on the virus or drawn to the ceaseless social media posts on it, any more than anything else considered a major event. I can still walk at the waterfront, and require zero entertainment. I’m not afraid of being exposed by the people who come by, I have no sanitizer at home, and I wash my hands like I always do. I don’t touch my face much anyway, as I’ve long been aware of how we unconsciously touch and scratch and rub in our restlessness. It’s the first thing sustained meditativeness shows you… inner anxiety and panic that manifest as our shiftiness and constant doing.
And I live in the middle of the city labeled the U.S. Corona Capital.
One can easily label this as bragging or privilege. Yet, I’m only sharing a window into possibility.
P.S. I did run out of toilet paper. But I didn’t venture into a store, and simply ordered 12 rolls online — they arrived yesterday.
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