The other day I saw a picture of Pope Francis blessing those gathered on St. Peter’s Square. I could have been one of them. Usually there are crowds gathered. Not on that Sunday. As I’ve often said, “I go to Italy to walk, visit churches and museums, and eat.” If I were there today, I’m pretty certain that my only choice would be walk.
But enough of that. I have no regrets, nor do I feel sorry for myself. Now is now, and I’m content to be home. I’m hunkering down a little, but plan to help at Open Table, the local food pantry, this afternoon. My home is my current cottage by the sea, a place where I can read, walk, write, puzzle, cook, meditate, and pray. A deep, easy, comforting way of being. With all that’s going on in the world, all the fluidity, uncertainty, and fear, it feels right to offer stillness, calm, and confidence as balance.