Space, life’s most priceless commodity, you now have it in spades. Whether you are on lockdown or are self-isolating, you will find yourself with a bit of space and time on your hands.
The question is, what will you do with it?
This coronavirus panic really gave me the heebie-jeebies when it first came to the UK. With a much older parent (my Dad is in his 70s) and a partner with a bit of a funky ticker, from the beginning this virus was the baddy in the 2020 movie-version of my life. I was freaking out. Worrying. Catastrophising. All the things I do best.
Last week saw a change, though. I was officially sent off to work from home for the foreseeable future. I packed my belongings from my desk, took my last swig of tea from my mug and off I went. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, ready to take a break from the walk and being chained to my desk. Where had all the nerves gone from earlier in the outbreak?
What this shift in mood tells me is not only are we all able to make our peace with change in a relatively short amount of time, but, that more than anything in this world, we are desperate for space and time to ourselves. The joy in my heart that I could complete my working day and go for a 5 mile round walk/run afterwards was intoxicating. The freedom to spend my days with my partner who I barely saw for more than 2 hours a night during the working week seemed like an unimaginable treat. This new found life and space I had was overwhelming. This doesn’t mean it comes easily. Freedom is chaotic by nature. There’s limited/no structure – you have to think entirely for yourself. It’s terrifying, anxiety inducing, exciting.
I’m so pleased to say that my dad is managing pretty well in the madness. He was a little worried but he’s taking the opportunity to work on his house which he’s aiming to sell at the end of the year. During one of our increasing phone calls, he told me a story about a conversation he had with my Grandma, his mum, when he was young.
He was a self-employed plumber back in the day. Very independent, good at making connections and honestly loved nothing more than meeting people and resolving the problems they had. My dad suffers no fools, but if you whipped him up a cup of tea and made him laugh, he would be with you for life. One time in his career it was very quiet, I think maybe it was back in the seventies. My dad had gone to visit my Grandma and Grandad and was moaning about having no work on. “I’m bored,” he’d huff and puff. My Grandma turned to him and said:
“Make the most of the quiet for now, ‘cus it’s a gift. It means you’re going to be busy in the future and you need the break now to get ready.”
Of course, she was right. As yogis, we know that everything is in flow – contraction and expansion, darkness and light, trial and triumph. Of course the work for my dad would pick up because he was in a lull; it physically couldn’t get any quieter.
The reason I share this sentiment with you is to help you think about this time as a time of quiet, ready for the business to come. Take this space, this quiet time, to make the changes that you’ve longed to make. What do you want to manifest now that you can put into place in the future?
My manifests for this period are:
To cultivate a relaxation practice that works and resolves me of the tension pain my body has carried for so many years.
Write more. Write everything. Stories and poems and picture books.
Grow my spiritual practice (more on that to come).
Not beat myself up if I don’t do any of this because then I am truly honouring my body and giving it the rest it needs to be able to do these things in the future.
Just by committing them to the page I am making it so, so why not write yours down today? Write them big, write them proud, write them soft. Just write them now.
If you are at home now give your pet/loved one/plants/knees a big squeeze from me. Love surrounds us, love is made of us, love is ours.
Love you always,