Getting back to normal

What a joy to be back in the Temple of Light and attending Sunday service for the first time since April 14 (and what a relief to make it the whole time without a coughing fit)!

It was also a joy to eat lunch in the company of dear friends afterwards.

Our beautiful temple, filled with fellow devotees. Uplifting music; deep silence during the meditation; and an inspiring talk by Ananta.

I felt nourished and replenished by all of it.

Too tired to be inspired

But the good news is we’re home and well on our way to adjusting to the new time zone.

I think I’ll be pretty normal by tomorrow.

The joy of walking

Gosh, it feels great to once again be walking at my normal pace.

I was being very careful the first week after the AFib incident, as I didn’t want to trigger another episode. But this second week I’ve been gradually adding distance and the pace has been picking up quite naturally, without me even thinking about it.

And today finally felt absolutely normal. Yay!

“Normal” is postponed (again)

This was the opening paragraph of an article I saw in the New York Times today:

“Google said on Tuesday that it would delay reopening its offices until Jan. 10. The new date is a postponement from October, which was a postponement from September, which was a postponement from July, which was a postponement from January.”

All those repetitions of “postponement from” seemed almost like a joke to me!

The good news is that after reading that paragraph I don’t feel quite so bad about our music ministry not being back to “normal” yet.

It’s still frustrating, of course. But right now there’s simply no getting around the ever-changing landscape that is our current pandemic reality.

Anyway, all I can say is thank goodness for perspective!

Back to normal

It really feels like I was “away” for some time.

Now I’m back…and feeling slightly slammed (can one be slightly slammed?) with commitments, deadlines, new developments, etc.

Deep breath.

Almost normal

I don’t know if it’s this way for anyone else, but during my first days of an international trip almost all of my attention is on the state of my…jet lag!

What time is it “at home”?
How tired am I right now?
Am I going to be able to sleep?
Oooh, I feel like a nap, but I’d better not… etcetera.

So it’s the end of my second full day and I’m mostly feeling pretty good; one more and I expect to be all the way back to normal. At this very moment, however, I can hardly keep my eyes open. So good night.