Forgotten me not

Since going into lockdown (a couple of weeks before most people as my girly was not well) I have not had much time to reflect. Adjusting to a new way of working has taken a lot of energy. Who would ever have believed that I’d lead online tech training? Not me, that’s for sure. But these are strange times.
As well as the steep tech learning curve, there’s been the less unexpected response of looking for how I could apply my existing skills to help. My phone listening has come into its own and I am grateful for a local organization that were so speedy in setting me up as a telephone befriender. We all need each other more than ever before and I’m spending a hefty chunk of my day connecting - via text, messenger, and the new hot phenomenon that is zoom. I’m having to try really hard to ensure I give my eyes a bit of a screen break. In this I’ve had the revelation that my burgeoning garden can be a blessing not a curse. The incredible weather has encouraged me out into it more than ever before and instead of the weeding being a dreaded chore I am finding pleasure in being out amongst the blossom. The wilderness only appears overwhelming if I see it from that perspective and instead I’m choosing to enjoy the forget me nots as well as picking some for distribution amongst neighbours.
I think a lot of us are also exhausted by what has been termed "anticipatory grief", the emotions surrounding the insecurity of what we may still lose, on top of the people and plans we have already lost. 

Today I took out to the compost the fallen apart tulips my dad had sent. And yet even the dropped petals were beautiful. There really is still joy to be found in unlikely places.