My sweetie and i are also waiting to see if the virus "blooms" in us. We flew home a week ago. Yes? Or no? The answer is "Don't know."
Consider how many thousands of things we don't know.
What am i eating for lunch? Don't know.
When will i take a nap? Don't know.
Where will i take a walk today? Don't know.
Those little don't-knows don't bother my mind. But then the mind latches on to one don't-know and keeps touching it like worry beads.
I open to not knowing.
Can you say that and feel it?
I am not willing to open to not knowing, because....
List whatever comes to mind. No judgment. Just listen to your list.
Infinite Not Knowing.
How does that feel?
Even the tulips do not know when they will bloom.
