From the St. John The Baptist Church in Jordan
Today is Sunday, my favorite day of the week. It’s also the beginning of the fourth week of my isolation. Then I ask myself, what difference does it make if every day is the same? Without the routine of going to work, I have been losing perspective of time. What is time, anyway? With way too much of it on my hands I’m questioning everything in my life. I wonder if everyone else is, too.
Realizing that I should have some normalcy in my life, as well as have trust that this crazy crisis will end at some point, I decide to turn on my inner light. I need some healing besides reading and listening to music. The memories of my travel adventures always light up my soul and since today is Sunday, I focus on the beautiful churches, temples, and places of worship that I have had the pleasure of visiting. My most recent trip comes to mind which was to Jordan, and I think about how spiritual the trip was. I was actually by the Jordan River where Jesus was baptized. Incredible and very moving. Then my mind wandered to Ephesus with the house of the Virgin Mary nearby. That was part of the very first trip I ever took solo, and I was actually there on Mother’s Day which wasn’t planned.
As I talked to a friend yesterday and somehow I was telling her about my trip to Bali and how unbelievable it was (yes, I cried again but only because I was moved), I know I truly am lucky, blessed, and grateful. But every day it gets harder and harder to stay positive (as well as sane) as this crisis continues. I feel the need for a prayer today. May we all feel grateful for the happiness that tomorrow will bring. 🙏
