"The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon,
focusing the mind on one place, one time,
one rhythm ~ the turning of the light."
M.L. Stedman
Unlike previous years, rampant shopping and fighting crowds of people may have been replaced by the Covid Quarantine. Surely there will be statistics regarding the family's shopping quota met on line, but I wonder who will me monitoring the degrees of depression individuals will be confronting with either too much family or not enough.
Black Friday may have become quite literal. Rather than recuperating from gatherings with stranger overload, our restrictive boundaries may have started to take a toll. Receiving validation or recognition is nearly impossible without the presence of others. There are those who thrive on unscheduled down time, but equally, there are those who do not thrive without outside input.
Other than beginning the Christmas Eggnog Tradition, one can navigate to areas of interest normally not allowed by schedules. Borrow a series of books or movies. Begin an intentional conversation with long lost friends. Get outside letting the wind blow off stagnant thoughts while laughing at the quirks of nature!
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