There’s a timeless quality of being present for whatever comes up as one day folds into the next, as we float into week 3 of self-isolation. Schools closed (3 week March break), businesses closed, empty main street. Walking on the trail, and the park half a block from home. and taking in the view down the lake as the ice begins to melt by the shore. Restaurants open only for take out, and we are being asked to stay home. An eerie quiet outside as few cars are out, no traffic noise, only the cries of the geese, as they land on the ice, looking for open water.
I am appreciating the unstructured time to write, to settle into a story about my grandmother, her sister and their aunt homesteading in Montana at the turn of the century. The uncanny timing of the current COVID 19 pandemic coming full circle with the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, when my great aunt died at age 33. My grandmother’s only sister, and my father aged 5, his brother aged three and half, both witnessing this loss at such a young age. Trying to fathom what it must have been like for my grandmother to lose her only sister. That loss even more poignant with the current pandemic.
Feeling grateful for having a practice of TRE Tension Releasing Exercises, doing them more often to keep myself regulated in the face of a new reality, a void of space that may continue indefinitely. Every day a new story as we face what it means to flatten the curve of the spread of this virus. Feeling with our colleagues who live in the States , and how crazy things are there, with each state a different story.
I include a link to article published and sent to David Berceli PhD. <https://selfcareindia.com/2020/03/18/trauma-and-tension-release-exercises/>