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First, an update on my life. Initially, as an essential worker, I continued to go into the office (OhioHealth’s Kobacker House). While I found it hard to leave home each morning, once I was out the door, I found it easy and empowering to turn my thoughts to what needed to be done. Being a part of a system preparing for and addressing COVID19 needs provided fulfilment to my day. There was chaotic but passionate energy all around me. Eventually I was permitted to shift much of my work to home and now am doing 4/5 days there. As an introvert, I love this. Also I’m most effective with few, if...

I’ve been a WAH for over 30 years, so working from home is normal.  However, this doesn’t “feel” normal.  These are just some various scattered thoughts that might resonate with some of you.

My son who is currently living with me and I both feel the reality of being in a place of privilege.  Yes, we are frightened sometimes…what if he gets it and infects me (the bigger worry because of my age).  But we are in a safe home, we are both still working, we can get groceries and yes, even toilet paper was eventually found. 

There is worry about the future—I need to make a housing...

I’m not very good at spiritual platitudes.  If that’s what you’re looking for today, I’m sorry but I’m not your girl. Being raised in a rough city, with one Jewish and one Italian Catholic immigrant parent, I was early aware of the dark side of life.  Religion wasn’t practiced in my home, but I did hear a lot about anti-Semitism and the Nazi Holocaust. When I heard the Gospel, I knew immediately that it was good news. But I saw Christianity was also realistic about evil. Just the switch in people’s reaction to Jesus – on Palm Sunday it was “We love you, man” and then just few days later “...

Music has been an emotional and spiritual ministration and outlet for me for as long as I can remember. As a young child I remember hearing my mom play piano and seeing the quiet joy in her face and in her being. As a shy adolescent, music was a virtual sanctuary, something I could experience that made no demands on me to have the right words or exude an engaging charisma. That relationship with music has continued throughout my adulthood, providing a balm during grief, a means of expressing and celebrating inner joy, and a quieting place for my anxious soul.

During the recent weeks...

Expressions of gratitude are something that I see a lot more of on Facebook these days. A few of my friends post from their gratitude journals each day, reminders of the small things they are grateful for—bluebonnets (a Texas luxury seen on every roadside in April), creative smiling children, an early harvest of leafy greens.

                 

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