Outside my home office window is a bird feeder hidden from the street by a big holly bush. Birds roost on the Holly’s branches patiently waiting their turn to eat seed. Sometimes I lie on the bed (yes, I have a bed in my home office) and watch the birds fly in and around the feeder.
These little creatures with their bright plumage are a joy to watch. My cat thinks so too. I often find him sitting next to the window and occasionally hear a thud as he jumps toward the window. As the saying goes, hope springs eternal, at least for the cat, who thinks this time will be the time he catches the bird through the pane of glass.
My favorite bird to watch is the Cardinal. He is so beautiful against the backdrop of the Holly with her red berries. With his regal crest and red feathers, the Cardinal looks like the quintessential winter poster boy. I wonder if he knows how beautiful he is?
Watching the birds and enjoying my cat’s antics are simple pleasures in which I have indulged more frequently. I find a lot of solace in these simple pleasures: a solace much needed as I and so many of my neighbors navigate living in the epicenter of the largest coronavirus outbreak in the world.
I have a new appreciation for my grandparents who grew up in the Great Depression. Living through systemic events are life-altering and greatly impact mindsets and beliefs. The generation who did not throw things away and intentionally repurposed or fixed material goods was shaped by a period in history when resources were limited or non-existent.
Which makes me wonder how will we be changed as a result of living through a global pandemic?
I hope we appreciate each other’s company more. That we value our time together and view in-person gatherings as opportunities to enjoy and to learn more about each other.
I hope we intentionally thank our first responders more. That we value the hard work they do and advocate for better working conditions for them.
I hope we advocate for our teachers and our students more. That we value the amount of time and commitment it takes to teach and to learn. That we commit more resources, including improved learning environments, to keep our teachers and students safe and to provide a quality education no matter what neighborhood one lives in.
I hope we support our local businesses more. That we realize our livelihoods are intertwined and when our small business owners thrive, so does our community.
I hope we fully understand the need for health care for all. That we value health systems which encourage wellness in addition to treating disease. That we all become more proactive seeking health and keeping each other well.
I am curious. What do you hope for? What lessons have you learned from living through this global crisis?
Please share, if you wish, what 2020 has taught you. I’d love to hear from you and be inspired.
In the meantime, I wish each one of you much health and happiness.
Kim Bushore-Maki is a soul-driven entrepreneur who understands the undeniable urge to create a business and a life filled with meaning and purpose. Her vision of opening a center where women could heal and grow led her to open Shakti in the Mountains in Johnson City, Tennessee: a place where the creative, feminine energy is nurtured and valued.
Five years later, Kim is still in the flow of supporting and building a healthy, vibrant community and now guides retreats, teaches yoga, and provides one-on-one services for women who want an immersion experience into the life-affirming, Shakti energy.
Kim’s training as a therapist and yoga teacher allows her to safely and compassionately guide women on a heart-centered journey to Self, where women re-connect with their beautiful, authentic spirit.