Someone invited me today to piggyback on another person's poetry. It was a lovely poem about spaces to wait during this panepidemic, places to wait for the return to normal.
I started with this place of waiting:
In my chair
watching through the windows
the morning sun creep higher on the mountains
… watching the dogs
untroubled by the turbulent winds
going about their normal routines
Nice images of your waiting room! I believe I can picture it. I am sure that the dogs were untroubled by the wind, unlike myself, and I am quite confidant that the winds themselves were having fun like some corvids we know.
Beautiful. During this time I'm finding such hope and calmness in the things that have always been there, but I haven't really allowed myself to pay deep attention to. For me, so much of that is nature. I feel like I'm with you in this place of waiting! xo