One year ago this week, I stopped moving beyond my neighborhood, and mostly beyond my bedroom- something that hasn’t happened to me in 40 years. It has been a year of changes, of highs and lows, and stillness. Perhaps the hardest part has been allowing myself to be okay with doing less. Accepting that this is a unique season, and as seasons do, they turn and change. And I’m fine without travel on planes, boats or trains. Staying in one place has offered me the chance to reflect on the kaleidoscope of places and experiences I’ve enjoyed over the past decades. It also reminded me of the devastating effects of previous epidemics like Polio, which scared and scarred thousands. I am so very grateful for my mobility.
Curtailing my global gyrations has let me focus more and spin wheels less. So to a year or being here and now, I say thank you and farewell, as I understand this soon will pass.