life of a georgia Artist

Photo by  Free To Use Sounds  on  Unsplash This Covid-19 is not the only virus floating around. There is also the panic and also the anxiety virus. Once where we felt safe, we feel no safety. Where we were like washing our hands before, we scrub now till they are raw. Anxiety for so many is worse then the virus. I am one of those people. I struggle with leaving my bubble of a house. I am paralyzed by fear as I walk through my front door. I am an empathetic person and feel each death deeply. One more dead, one more, three hundred more dead. There is only so much death I can take. I weep at the slightest news, I struggle to not check where my county is at, and I get told by everyone around me what the new news is and I cry. Oh lord I cry. I weep for the deaths. I weep for the families who cannot mourn their dead because we cannot gather in churches to say our final goodbyes. I hear of families who lost 4 to death. I struggle with balance my joy and faith with despa...

Photo by  Lauren Kay  on  Unsplash Recently I have been stuck on thinking about Sunday being the lazy day. It is a day we give our selves the grace to self care, to do nothing, to linger longer, to take our time with everything! Life seems even better on a Sunday. Some of us are up and heading to church, some read the paper and stay in bed, some of us are jogging (why? haha) and some of us are sipping our coffee and lingering on the front porch in our PJ's. Life on a Sunday seems a bit calmer just because it is Sunday. We lay around, we do more together, we make brunch, we do it though at such a pace that it is enjoyable. We take more time to give our family food made with love, not out of obligation to feed them.  Sunday is the day of rest. The cat in the above photo has the right idea. He or She is enjoying the bed a little bit longer. Cats know how to do life. I imagine this cat waking and then knowing it is a Sunday, rolls over and goes back to slee...