I am constantly reminded of the everyday miracles of life by the mishaps of the day. I was rear ended by a Uhaul truck in May. The driver swerved to avoid a direct hit. The damage to the car was minimal and I suffered minor injuries.
I’m learning to celebrate days when nothing happens. I love those days. I’m also trying to have gratitude on those days when everything appears to go wrong like the day of the accident.
I’m grateful for tours to New England and Northern Ireland because they are no longer scheduled. My exhibits in New York would now be unimaginable. When I visited Nantucket, I stayed three days at the only affordable option on the island. It closed during the Pandemic.
We tend to take life for granted. Perhaps that’s the only saving virtue of the Coronavirus.