A TIME TO STOP
If this year has taught us anything, it has taught us the principle of the phrase “stop and smell the roses.” A quick online search reveals that the exact quote came from The Walter Hagen Story, an autobiography published in 1956. The famous golfer’s full quote was, “You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” The passage was soon paraphrased to
“Stop and smell the roses.”
Despite the pandemic of Covid19, being quarantined, and adhering to the many social distancing practices, I have somehow managed to smell quite a few roses in 2020.
The first and most important rose I smelled this year was the health and safety of my family. Most of us adhered to the Stay-at-Home orders, but a few were essential and had to go to work every day. Two family members had to travel by public transportation, Ubers and car share services. One couple was diagnosed with a mild cases of Covid19, and one older person had to be admitted to ICU, but God covered and protected us all and we were able to celebrate this holiday season with joy.
Another rose I smelled this year was the fragrance of goals accomplished. Namely, the publication of my eighth and ninth book. FIFTY MINUTES OF GRACE is a testimonial that’s been in the making since 2015. IT IS WRITTEN is a collection of old poems I’ve been working on since the late 1990’s. Both books reinforced the biblical principle I learned with my first book, A TIME TO WRITE, and that is, “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
I also learned – and mastered – technology in 2020. I went from not knowing anything about Zoom, to using it every week (sometimes more than once). Teaching Sunday school classes to the young adults in my church; teaching writing classes for the local library; conducting poetry readings and author talks; and attending virtual family get togethers.
Now don’t get me wrong, 2020 also gave me quite a few “shook” moments. From the rapid global spread of Covid19, to the continued murders of innocent unarmed black men, to rioters looting and destroying innocent peoples businesses; to the more than 10 people that I knew personally who died from this horrible, horrible disease.
So although we have all been affected by in one way or another by this pandemic, like the golfer Walter Hagen six decades ago, as this year comes to an end, today I stop to smell the roses.
And they smell divine.
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This blog is inspired by my first book, A Time To Write: Inspirational Poetry for All Seasons. Thank you for visiting!