I’m not going to write about COVID-19.
I know it’s not over.
I am aware that hiding from it is impossible. I am reminded of this every time that my husband returns home from his shift at the hospital. Despite the fact that he has changed and showered at work, I immediately sanitize everything that he touches. Because this is real…and terrifying.
I cried this morning.
Dear Readers, I need a break.
I need an opportunity to think, and write, about other subjects…so, here it is…eclectic moments from the past few weeks.
Gunpowder & Geese
It happened the last weekend in March.
I became a card-carrying member of a remote shooting range!
Do I like guns? I’m…well…still wary of them, even after my husband walked me through all of the safety precautions and procedures.
Am I a hunter? Absolutely not, and neither do I have any desire to become one.
Yet, in these “uncertain times”, with reports of shady characters lurking around residential areas, knowing how to handle a gun is probably not a bad skill to have.
I do hope, however, that it’s a skill that I will never have to use.
The day after we spent time at the shooting range, I could hear geese flying overhead. Flying North, flying home.
Healing & Hawks
Surprisingly, this time of forced “social distancing” and “isolation”, has gifted me with the time and the space to work on healing old wounds.
I am spending more and more time in the Bible and contemplating devotionals. I’ve been praying more. Singing more. I am in awe of this promise:
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
– Isaiah 41:10, as written in the New International Version of the Holy Bible
I’ve even been taking the occasional nap—something that those who know me well, know that I never do! I’m trying to listen to my body more. Trying to give it the time and the rest that it needs when I’ve pushed myself too far and too hard.
It was after one of these naps that I looked outside, and saw these guys across the road:
At first glance, these two birds looked like plump, Bantam hens. But they’re not! If I hadn’t watched one of them circle before landing, I would have had no clue that they were hawks.
I said a quiet prayer of gratitude that Alderaan isn’t an outside cat. These two bruisers could easily carry my 11.5-pound boy away.
Stories & Starlings
I stopped writing fiction nearly 8-months ago.
I was discouraged. Defeated. I had two unpublished novels just taking up space on various USB drives. I began to think that I wasn’t good enough, that my ideas were sub-par.
Then, I thought that maybe I was writing in the wrong genre…and began to research my options.
I needed a friendly nudge—permission, really—to write again.
That nudge came late last week when my Bone Marrow Donor and I were talking via a video call. Not only has this incredible woman given me a second chance at life, she’s given me the inspiration to start writing again.
This time, though, with all of the research that I’ve conducted, I will be taking the plunge into Christian Fiction. No, my chances of publication aren’t any better in the Christian market than they were in the Secular market. The Christian market has its own set of unique standards and criteria that will not be easy to meet.
Yet, I feel as though this is where I belong.
Perspective counts for so very much….
I audibly groaned when the starlings returned to our backyard in early March. I didn’t like them (not a Christian-like sentiment, right?). They’re mean birds, after all. And, their idea of singing is screeching! In some locales, starlings are considered to be an invasive species, as they reproduce in overwhelming numbers.
One day, I counted two-dozen starlings in the bare arms of our deciduous trees! Based solely on the cacophony echoing through our backyard, I’m fairly certain that there were quite a few more hiding out in the hedges.
Honestly, I didn’t like them.
There have been mornings in which I would have preferred a flock of Blue Jays’, and their piercing squawks, over the starlings’ shrill screams.
And, then, my perspective changed. I happened to see the starlings’ dark silhouettes against a twilight sky…and again against a cloudy sky…they were suddenly magical. Beautiful.
Well, Dear Readers, as you have witnessed, COVID-19 found multiple ways to sneak into this blog post. It’s okay, though. I feel better after writing all of this. I hope you feel better after reading it.
As always, thank you for your presence here. I am sending prayers, love and light YOUR way.
With Love & Gratitude,