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We Need to Call it Physical Distance not Social Distance

The fact is, they’re not really sure how this Covid-19 virus is actually spreading. Obviously from person to person, but is it the breathing, sneezing, touching and transferring, or just plain smashing it into your face with your unwashed hands that’s spreading it ?

So maintaining physical distance would be helpful for a couple of these transference methods.

However, in a time when we can not get our physical needs met for handshaking or hugging from friends and neighbors, more than ever we need to be compensating with increased social interaction. We have denied this aspect of our humanity for too long and it’s feeling more like need than a want in these isolation days.we need to call it physical distancing not social on shalavee.com

We are not going to contract anything from someone standing six feet away making eye contact and smiling. That’s what we should be seeking to know that we are not alone. We should be sharing our stories, our senses of humor, and our grief with one another to confirm that we are not alone. We need to feel a part of a larger community to cope with our isolation better.

So if you find yourself out walking and someone is passing you, or you see your neighbor, take a moment to respectfully ask how they are, make eye contact, and make sure you ask their name. Be the mirror you wished others would be for you. Keep your distance but make it physical not social distance. I think we’ve had enough Social Distance to last a lifetime.

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Family Time and the Coronacation

In many ways, this forced isolation has expanded my heart. The persistent time spent with my family, and they with each other, has changed us. Where before we were all living our own busy lives, suddenly we are living together.

And seeing each other in a deeper way. We are building trust funds between one another. There have been a few more “I love you’s” than usual.Family Time and the Coronacation on Shalavee.com

One of my most concerted goals with creating a family, has to been to consciously create a closeness between my kids. To foster their connection that will be more important as Mark and I age. We are older aged parents so we might not be around as long in their lives as our parents have been. And no one is allowed to complain about your parents but your siblings.

On the flip side, having suddenly had all of one’s daily routine sucked away leaves small and large people questioning authority and feeling a little claustrophobic. Fiona’s self image so relies on her friends who’s she’s not allowed to see. Duty and demands have replaced my alone and creative time and I’m a little twitchy to say the least.Family Time and the Coronacation on Shalavee.com

Lastly, I watch and listen to my friends and family as they fret over what they can not control. Anxieties and not enoughness are scarring and scaring them and there is nothing I can do to help except keep my humor, keep the news out of my house, and continue to create joy and food for my family.

I will always twitch when I hear the words “self-distancing”. There is such a thing as too much information. And my heart bleeds for the people who have lost loved ones from this illness. We are responsible to each other as humans without this reminder.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Monday Gratitude Journal Post

I feel so fortunate this week. Let me name you the reasons why.

  • My blog is on it’s way to being a big girl’s site. Read about how I was feeling in February.
  • I created beautiful pictures that I am proud of and are so ME to use in the redesign.
  • I wrote and edited the heck out of a piece for International Women’s Day on self-bullying that was the best I could write. It’ll be published on another site to link back to me! That’s what bloggers do, you see.
  • My anxiety is at bay. No more swirling vortex episodes in over a year.
  • I am hosting a creativity challenge and am so happy to be in community with all these lovely people! I am a rich woman in my soul.
  • My daughter Fiona is turning 7 this week. She is happy and beautiful and a blessing to everyone she meets.
  • My son is so talented and engaged in using his talents, it’s all I ever want for kids his age, especially him.
  • I am moving forward, not stalled and frozen, in so many ways.

That concludes my Monday gratitude journal post. I hope everyone is feeling the hope of Spring or Fall in your own worlds. And you sleep well this evening.

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What if My Ordinary is Your Extraordinary ?

I joined in a creative daily picture challenge for the month of February on Instagram. It is the #SeeYourOrdinary challenge hosted by a freiend. And I have made a real effort to be here in my space and my body and to reflect those things. It’s risky and exactly what we all need to everyone once in a while.What if My Ordinary is Your Extraordinary ? on Shalavee.com

It all comes down to perspective I guess. Your weed is my flower. Your junk is my treasure. Your waste of time is my purpose in life.What if My Ordinary is Your Extraordinary ? on Shalavee.com

Taking pictures of my everyday life is revealing, dangerous. But what if my ordinary is your extraordinary. If what I see everyday and take pictures of is your idea of immense. We are here to inspire eachother. Of that I’m certain.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Returning Inward After the Holidays

( Written days after Christmas ’19, it would seem this piece got away from me.. Yet I still feel the honor of the holiday purpose only a month gone. And I am in the process of picking up where I left off last year)

This year, the holidays were filled with more gratitude and family appreciation than they’ve been prior. We spent time together being us, laughing, eating, and loving. I wove this holiday with as much intention and family time spending forethought as I could handle. I threw my alone and writing time to the side so that all this could happen. And I do not regret one minute of it. And now I feel the shift to retutning inward.

And now as we wind down from the rush and worry of holiday tasks fulfilled, I feel the inevitable need to turn to the familiar work of my life. A need to return to myself and my creative work. A need to do some aerobic exercise and a few sit-ups. A need to re-channel my efforts inward instead of outward. And that feels scary.Returning Inward After the Holidays on Shalavee.com

It’s so easy to devote myself to my loved ones. My back might ache from standing in the kitchen for hours on end to cook meal after meal. I got dishpan hands from all the dishes washed. I wrote very few pages in my journal for wanting to be present while my sister visited. And I never felt resentful for any of it.

Now I must turn back in. To the voice that asks what’s the next lesson I need to learn. What calls me to be curious and what drives me to want to make changes to my life and the world. What’s squeaking that needs to be oiled. And I’ve got to do it like I mean it. Because as much as I find purpose in taking care of my family, I also need the balance of entertaining my own thoughts. Respecting that is tougher than it seems but it is where I need to head.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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