When there is no one to give me a hug,
I wrap my arms around myself.
When no one sees the hard work that I have engaged in,
I gently smile at myself and say “well done”.
When no one is there to see or appreciate
how I carried myself through the day,
I rest at the end of a long day and nurture myself
with a good meal and some relaxing music.
When I have no community around me,
as the Pandemic isolates all of us,
I listen to a recording of my father’s voice,
pet my cat, play with my dog, and arrange fresh flowers in my kitchen.
My community are my ancestors, nature, my pets and myself.
In a time when isolation could make me ill or depressed,
radical self-compassion and
awareness of my interbeing with more than people
can heal, nurture and comfort.
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