Weight of Knowing
Today I’m wondering how it is that I can get so tired from doing so little.
On some days, my energy feels boundless. Then, I’m contentedly busy from early in the day until at least the 5:00 pm news. At other times, I drag. I feel the weight of it all. Today: an onslaught of numbers: 17,670 confirmed cases of the virus here in MN. Of these, 550 are hospitalized with 212 in the ICU. 777 people in Minnesota have died from Covid-19. The peak is yet to come. Perhaps living with numbers like these has something to do with fatigue and heavy legs.
And how is it that the little wren by my house is tireless? She begins with her charming melody around 4:30 am. She sings for much of the day. I counted 21 melodious outburtst in one minute. Twenty-one joyful bursts of song, all in a minute’s time! That, while I was sitting in my lawn chair with heavy legs, wishing that, by now, all the dahlia and lily bulbs were already in the ground.
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