It was hard to get out of bed this morning, snug as a bug under the covers.
I was reluctant to do the class on DownDog App, but D discovered the instructor’s voice can be adjusted, so convinced me it was worth listening to a British accent just for a change. She does sound more encouraging than the American smug-wannabe-yogi voice. Midway through a sun salute, the rain comes down hard. It’s uplifting and a relief from the hot heavy air. As the downpour eases, thousands of tiny moths come from nowhere. They fly about in chaos, newly sprung, no idea where to go or what to do. Seconds later, banana finches appear, perhaps 50 black-winged yellow bodies swooping with military precision, diving with intent, as they launch their feeding frenzy onto the unsuspecting moths. It’s beautiful. It’s nature in progress right before our very eyes as we spectate from a painful pigeon pose.
“We’re so lucky” I exclaim to D, who is also watching the bird show. But it’s not all beauty in nature’s balance. If you are a moth, and spend all that time and energy for weeks inside a cocoon, building up to that moment of freedom, wings unfurling for the first time, the beautiful process of transformation complete, off to see the world, then… snap! You are Banana Finch breakfast. Life can be cruel.
News: UK takes 4th place from France in the league table and 3rd highest death rate. Kim Jong Un “alive and well”. WHO says virus is natural in origin.
CI Gov press briefing: 1 new case from 392 tests. 74 total cases. We will move from Level 5 full suppression lockdown to Level 4 high suppression on Monday.
For diversion today we go for a dog walk, a bike ride, and happy hour zoom chat.
Earlier this morning, today’s Meditation thought for the day was this: “My choices uphold and support my life.” As I lay on my mat, absorbing lavender through the cold compress D has placed gently over my eyes, I realised I have been slowly unraveling these past 5 weeks inside my own cocoon. Spending time and energy on a process that I have no idea where it is going, and what it looks like. Perhaps now is a good time for me, maybe for us all, to start building back up again. Like those moths, maybe we should use this time to work on our wing strength, and make sure that when freedom comes, we can escape the birds.
