New layers of awareness come to me in my Covid convalescing. My newest piece that of Vulnerability. To be an extremely active and motivated person and then stripped of all my strength of physicality, I have a peek into this delicate area. Now regular life activities shine to me with a new hue. Visits with doctors appointments, and actually being on the street, I feel fragile, old and shellshocked. The world feels intimidating, chaotic and much too stimulating for my brain and nervous system. The overload making me feel brittle and small. I wonder to myself how many other people are walking around feeling exposed in this way? Like a mad woman I must pull myself together on the outside hoping no one notices what’s going on in the inside. Hiding this vulnerability until I’m safe again resting in my cocoon. An unraveling and realization that I am not normal and no longer function like I used to. I had taken for granted the ease in which I moved in the world. Again my heart goes out to all the people that struggle in the world. I didn’t know how hard it was for them and continues to be. To those people whose diseases or ailments do not seemingly get better. You are spiritual warriors!

So for now I embrace my frailty and continue my humbling duty to Faith.
Some days are too hard and I have none. But other days when I have a little more energy to keep pushing the flow of faith forward, I’m gifted with another blessing which is that of Hope.