Every storm runs out of rain. (Maya Angelou)
Storm inside and out. Sure, we could have a strong one tonight, but I’m thinking about more than a disturbance hitting my neighborhood.
One topic dominates the news, the few conversations outside the entrance of any apartment, house, hut. No need to go into detail.
And yet. I try to reach beyond a virus…The virus, COVID 19. Beyond fear.
Today, I will call someone who needs to hear a voice different than a news commentator’s infectious blast. I will send a message of encouragement to someone who needs it, and then fix a special, nutritious meal for my husband.
Laundry. Let me see and feel the clean in the final spin. Celebrate the simple. While living inside the real.
Tomorrow. It could lead to many more isolated moments as losses multiply. However, for now, may I choose a silent transition into love. And hope.
terrypetersen 
Terry thank you once again for your positive take on this horrible situation. Instead of thinking of huge differences I can make,you reminded me to think smaller. Even considering dinner as an act of love. Thank you for that thought.
Stay safe my friend.
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Have a blessed day, Terrie. Then have another one tomorrow.
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