Anchors

I woke this morning from a prepper's dream... to news of civil distrust and coronavirus deaths... I wondered what the future would be for us all... and I let my anxiety drag me down another rabbit hole of doubt.

I watched the snow fall into my artificial slot canyon, and the junkos and sparrows come and visit my feeder.  And I wrote out my thoughts and feelings, to return to a single thought, a breath, a syllable...

I then looked at my anchors: a fossil, a red sandstone, my journal and a pen.  I could see my place in time, my place on this planet, and my work I have chosen for myself.

If junkos and sparrows can live through this snow storm, I can live through this time as well.

Now I will go hug my wife as well...