The sweet art of slipping through

Postcard from the Ocean

        Of course I was not prepared for a pandemic-like scenario. I do not attempt to ridicule the fear of disease that some souls may experience, but for me it's rather the fear of loosing my freedom and what I perceive as normal. Something as basic as breathing air and being face to face with people that I know.

        I am writing about a way out. Even though that's something primarily internal. A gracious way to glide through the restrictions of the land and still find the spark of life. To avoid very restrictive places and find beauty in simple, ordinary things,  for too long taken for granted. To find enclaves of normality. To discover the grand joy without experiencing that grand overseas trip (for instance). 

        Every new day, the sun is telling me "I am the same," and I drink the glory of the morning when I jog. The ocean reveals to me the same blue as before and I let its color paint my soul. When I was a child I liked to wander through the nearby fields and sometimes I had to squeeze through the barb wire fences to pluck certain wild flowers; because some people enclosed their pastures with barb wire fences. I tend to do the same-- squeeze through the barb wire in order to pick up some flowers...

        My kids found some other kids to play with, and ran a couple of times in and out of the house. I was watching them while I was talking with their dad who brought them over, and remembered  instantly that I was doing the same as a child. My kids told me about the pets of their friends-- a  few chickens,  a cat, and a dog. I may go to the house of this family for a dinner sometime and I have a feeling that I will not be afraid to sneeze.

        I constantly need to go shopping for food. I dress nicer than before just to go around the corner that my significant other cannot help himself but notice it, and asks me laughing if I have a date, or something...Eva is laughing too...

        It's getting dark. It's time for poetry and some music. What is man without poetry...? (I am not sexist).

Comments

  1. David November 26, 2021 at 3:52 AM

    Citeam postarea ta si ma gandeam ce bine se potriveste cu titlul " (little)Things of Life.

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  2. cara forestieriNovember 26, 2021 at 12:29 PM

    Da, si mici, si mari, in viata...

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