Yesterday (lockdown day 12, Saturday), I got up, and did my yoga stretches as usual. Except it wasn’t as usual: I did something that hurt my back, and between that and being a bit miserable and self-pitying with the lockdown, I was not in a good mood. So when I read Facebook about the five stages of a pandemic, and looked at people’s postings about how they were coping, without a trace of miserableness, my mood was not exactly positive.
It was nonetheless a lovely morning, and out we went with the dog, Lussa. We were just arriving at the park, when to maintain social distancing, I decided to go down to the river Allan, which is quite low just now, so that the rocks near the bank are sticking out. To help convince Lussa to come to me I went on to a rock a little further out. On came Lussa, which was good, because she’s been a little afraid of water. Then it was time to come back onto terra firma but the rocks were very slippy, and down I sat into the water.
Now, you might think this would make my mood even worse, but it had exactly the opposite effect. I realised that there’s enjoyment to be had in any sensation, the sensation of being very much alive (and in this case, very wet too). So on my wife went with the dog, and I went home to change, much cheered up by falling into the river.
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