“But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.”
AA Milne, Winnie the Pooh
Watching this little chipmunk today brought me comfort. I've been buzzing with anxiety most of the morning, but chatting on the phone with a friend helped calm me, I'm so glad she called. T and I took a walk in the woods on her lunch break and that really helped relax me.
When T went back up to the loft I sat out on the patio in the sun. I read a bit, continued a text thread with my dear old friends from Camp Kiwanee and watched this little chipmunk. He had his fill of water, then just calmly stared at the big world. His worries are fears of cats, hawks and tiny wrens that sometimes dart at him. Mine are of the unknowns we are facing now, but the with hope that the comfort of small things will get us by.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
Each night I go to sleep having come to grips with that day's changes and figuring how they affect me. THen I wake but on the news and things are a little worse and I have to think about how I will adjust to this new situation. But mostly I remind myself of how many crises I have survived and convinced myself I will probably survive this. And I believe the same for my family and friends most of us will survive.
It helps to read the narratives I am finding on this site. Struggling to keep my anxieties in check is becoming an all day task. Starting to see the chipmunks here also & trying to take pleasure in watching the critters. :)
@amyk I'm with you, but this community and my blipfoto friends really help.We're in this together and chipmunks never disappoint on the cuteness scale.
