If you can’t go outside, go inside. ~ Ariana Huffington
There are so many connotations and definitions of the word grounded. Until now. When I read the quote from Ariana, my first thought was grounded as in “you are not going anywhere, young lady,” as quoted numerous times by my mother throughout my teens. How apropos that today, throughout most of the world, this particular connotation holds true. Even, as I write this, many countries, including the US are opening up to various degrees. The ground is shifting once again.
I like to think that Ariana intends to take this, once in a lifetime situation for us to explore more than our living rooms. And I don’t mean just to pick up the novel and move into the kitchen! It is an opportunity to explore the vastness of our interior landscape. At some time or another, we have all wandered the multiple paths that compose our innermost thoughts. Perhaps this is the perfect time to become reacquainted with ourselves, on a few levels.
Even more important now that we have the option to continue to SIP or venture into the great outdoors. It’s a time that we are asked to use our better judgment about being cautious, wearing a mask, and distancing. Yes, those masks are very annoying, it’s difficult to breathe and your glasses fog up!. But, it is also a time to think beyond our own comfort and think about those around us.
My husband and I are in the Andean city of Cuenca, Ecuador.
We are in week twelve. Our notice to SIP came on Sunday, March 15th. The City of Cuenca, I think, is doing a pretty good job. With the SIP decree, the city buses ended all routes and have, just last week, been reinstated. The restored routes will have limited passengers and additional precautions. The original mandate included a 2:00 PM to 5:00 AM curfew. The curfew has now been extended to 9:00 PM. The city is maintaining that you must wear a mask or you will not be allowed into your destination. The majority of the city has complied. Our grocery stores, banks, and pharmacies have returned to normal business hours.
We live on a beautiful, two-mile-long, tree-lined boulevard. It’s the main thoroughfare North, into town | El Centro and South to Tres Puentes | Turi, a beautiful, lush hillside neighborhood. The ancient colonial church from the 1800s sits at the top of the hill. A beacon of hope over its many years. In normal times, the three K-12 private schools located along the boulevard are bustling with hundreds of kids. Blocks of cars and SUVs line the streets around the schools for pick-up. With three schools, three major bus lines, and two traffic jams per day – at 2:00 in the afternoon and 7:00 PM, it was a lively daily scene. I’m not sure these would qualify for an LA traffic jam! But it was busy.
When the mandate came into place, it all stopped. Immediately. No school. No traffic. No people. With the exception of one very large coastal city, the people of Ecuador complied. We all came together to do what is best for the greater good, not just for Ecuador, but for the world. Every day you continue to hear or see for yourself kind souls helping people in need, with the necessities of groceries, cash, friendships, and transportation. Most important is to continue to maintain the mindfulness of those around us, with special mantras to our amazing medical teams that were on the front lines, and might well be on those front lines again.
As the days have morphed into weeks, there is a word that continues to resonate with me, the word is tranquil. As loud as the world news is, we do have the option to turn the volume down, change the channel or turn it off. I’m reading the highlights in the NYT, TWP and The Skimm. All this combined is plenty for me. And when I’m finished, I pick myself up from the weight of the news, dust my self off and sit down quietly to meditate for 20-30 minutes. There is that ‘have to know’ side of me and thankfully the tranquil side that is enhanced with the meditation.
When I was younger and life would rush in unannounced, I took refuge in books or a walk along the beach at sunset. Tonight, I’m going to meet up with a couple of old friends; Audrey Hepburn and Rosalind Russell. I can’t make up my mind if I’ll watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Auntie Mame, maybe I’ll throw caution to the wind – stay up late and watch both! Whatever I do, I am grateful to have this option. But more then anything, I am eternally grateful for the good health today of my darling husband [who has been cooking up a storm] my family and our friends in Cuenca and the US. I am choosing to surround myself with thoughts and actions of love, compassion, kindness, and generosity. I’m going to brush aside the thoughts of fear and distrust and hang a sign on my heart that reads – ONLY LOVE ALLOWED IN…
Please let me know how you are doing and what encourages you to go forward. I’m sure many of you live in states that are lifting their restrictions. Please share with us your re-entry plan.
8 Comments
Edie Buckner
June 15, 2020 at 9:24 amAt this time it seems to me that there is no “right” that is right for everyone. I am immensely blessed and immensely grateful to have a gorgeous place to shelter and a wonderful and supremely funny guy to shelter with. He tells me daily, multiple times a day how much he has valued this time of just us. We have taken the opportunity to help some of those who are struggling much more than we ever thought of suffering. Our family in the US is doing great. And I have pictures of my daughter and granddaughter to sustain me until December. Life is good.
Leslie Martel
June 15, 2020 at 8:00 amSuch a wonderful post, Kate. Yes, not listening to news all day does help quell the fears….we need to turn off the “noise” and listen to the birds, or waves or whatever we are blessed to hear. FL is opening up too soon….the numbers in PB County are getting larger each day…again….yet all is wide open. Most of us are being careful and staying safe….and wearing our masks even with fogged glasses!!! Painting is keeping me sane!!!
Linda
June 15, 2020 at 6:58 amIt’s a strange time. Slowly reintegrating to life outside the house with appropriate precautions of course. Living in a developing country at this moment is fascinating. I rode the new red Cuenca tram for the first time to visit a friend and her garden. Blondie, my small terrier, rode along. This transport moderno is operating after 5 years of the street in front of my house torn up. Now the street is coming to life with families, strollers, and bikes dotting the wide sidewalk.
For my first yellow light covid event I entertained a couple who is leaving Cuenca for Portland, OR on the large terrace above my apartment. We socially distanced while eating, drinking, and talking story. Life is good for me and my family living in Hawaii and California. I am grateful every day to be surrounded by the peaceful Andean people and by the Andes mountains.They are not as peaceful, since the many volcanoes bluster, roar, and spit at the surrounding countryside sometimes throwing ash our way. Mother nature is alive and well here and so am I.
kate granado
June 19, 2020 at 12:54 pmIf we have to be grounded, I’ll take Cuenca! Let’s “talk story” soon. thanks Linda. xoxk
Amanda
June 14, 2020 at 1:02 pmYou are so funny … I forgot what grounded meant when I was in my teens. Do they still do that? I watched my brother’s kids for years so Pete and Cindy could do a couple of vacations sans kids. I was the “fun Aunt”. The poor kids ate like crap, stayed up way past their bedtime and were generally late for school BUT they were loved. No grounding there. You sounds peaceful Kate… grounded… used in the good way. Xo
kate granado
June 19, 2020 at 12:48 pmAmanda, of course you are the fun aunt. I wouldn’t expect anything else. xoxk
Sue Estenson
June 14, 2020 at 12:55 pmBecause we live out from town by about 12 miles, we don’t have any of the daily structure that you do. We live on a dirt road that dead ends about 100 yards from the front of our house, so we only see the occasional car, other than the mailman and the UPS driver. What we do see is people just walking along enjoying the view, or riding bikes. It’s quite bucolic, so when the pandemic hit we weren’t that effected until we went to go to the grocery store. Today, 12 weeks in, most of us are still wearing masks when we go out in public, but there are lots that are not. And now South Carolina has started to have its numbers go back up. What I miss the most is being able to get together with my friends. We have a robust book club but we all are being cautious. We did step out to dinner at a local restaurant not downtown and we ate in a very sparse outdoor dining area. We feel so badly for these local businesses who have lost so much income over the last months!
kate granado
June 19, 2020 at 12:46 pmIt’s easier to SIP when we are surrounded by all the natural beauty. Thanks, Sue xoxk