I haven’t felt like writing lately.
Anxiety about Omicron left me feeling raw: exposed and jumpy.
Recently, when some of our family came down with COVID we canceled our trip home for Christmas. It isn’t exactly a hardship to be stuck in the Bahamas, but we had been eagerly anticipating time with family, so an emotional reset was required.
To help manage my perspective, I have been doing daily yoga stretches in our back yard.
The views from my towel are glorious and hilarious - Mother Nature provides the beauty and our dog, Maxx, the entertainment.
Maxx relishes a sunbath, but as the minutes tick by and I mimic him in downward dogs, he gets bored and restless. He mopes for a bit and then slowly edges closer and closer until, humph, he plants himself smack dab in the middle of my outstretched legs. No longer satisfied with being on the sidelines, he wants a belly rub and a reward for his patience.
How can I resist? We tumble about playfully: laughter and sloppy kisses, the best booster around.
COVID doesn’t exist for a while: unmasked and in each other’s faces, his joy is easily absorbed.
Here’s hoping there will be a lot more of these moments – and not just the canine kind – in 2022.
Stay well and Happy New Year!