“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.”
Barbara Kingsolver, novelist, essayist, poet
Perhaps this is a way to come out of the darkness of the pandemic, by falling in love with one thing at a time until we’re able to fall in love with life again.
I’m so grateful just to be able to go to the grocery store and to be with friends again and to eat at a restaurant. This has been such a hard time for so many people, but so much awaits us. Just as Kingsolver did, it’s time to teach ourselves joy once more, over and over again.