Thank you, COVID.
The COVID virus, regardless of its origin or the destruction that’s ensued, has also been a gift. Its arrival generated fear, placing many of us on a quarantined house arrest with time to dwell. Fear is the root of every negative emotion. As it shows up, a heaviness robs us of our bliss and vitality. It deprives us from the good sleep and brings us out of alignment, further attached to our illusions. As our attention focuses on this fear, we mysteriously create more of it. The scenario-game starts, and it’s easy to slip further down the hole of despair, continuing to manifest more confusion. When fear arises the only place to go is inward.
COVID is simply a symbol of how easily I get off track; how effortlessly I succumb to the chaotic world of my emotions. Throughout the course of a given day the emotional pendulum arcs widely. In one minute things purr along like a contented cat. We get the promotion. We meet a love interest, and savor the magic of flirtation and wonder. Our kids get into the right schools, making us proud. In the next, that same cat has a change of heart and shows its claws. Illness shows up, divorce, or simply the foreboding clouds that keep us under a heavy weight hoping for change. Hoping for a better life. When we live in the reality of the material, this is our unfortunate plight. Our worth and value become affixed by the work that we do; the titles we hold, the stuff we acquire. But we sense there is more out there. It comes from our inner world, which is wiser and initiated. We contemplate, too. Am I enough? The inner voice wonders. The colorful and exciting images we plaster on our social media for others to admire is part of it. It reminds us of what exists further beyond when we plug into the electric current and wellspring of Love.
COVID reminded me of the importance of a routine. Not just consistency with bedtime, but a routine that prioritizes the things that put me in alignment: meditation, vigorous exercise, martial arts, swapping technology for walks in nature and sitting by the river. It slowed things down at work and opened pockets of free time. I was out of excuses in terms of not being able to do the things that bring me joy. As I move my body and connect to center through meditation and the outdoors, fear in general subsides. It loses its ironclad grasp, revealing its feeble nakedness. It gets exposed. Every now and then, that higher presence which I collectively call the Divine puts me on the spot. It tests me, taking me out of comfort and away from security to make sure I’m doing the work. But I come back better for it. Thank you, COVID. I needed the reminder.