Morning reflections

30 March 2020

It is 6:26 on a Tuesday morning and I’m abed in Wangaratta. A Burmese cat of fifteen years begins to circle me counter clockwise, rubbing his jaw against the upstanding screen of my Macbook Air. When rebuffed from my lap, Snooks focuses his search for solace on my husband John next to me, who silently moves his iPad to his left head and cuddles the cat to his shoulder while looking at the newspaper online.

All this is pleasant and unremarkable, except that we were just briefly discussing which future events are likely cancelled in light of the announced pandemic. It’s an unexpected morning topic for conversation before coffee. But it’s appropriate with the increasing concerns on flattening the curve of contagion, illness, infections, acute complications and death.

I take my first sip of the coffee John placed next to the CPAP machine when I was still asleep. It is good. I gave up caffeine in the middle of last year when I read it was contraindicated for people with Essential Tremor, but resumed last December when I read that it could be helpful for people diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. A small comfort but one that this man in his mid-seventies enjoys mightily. The coffee is warm and rich, an Italian blend we may not be able to order soon on Woolworths online app.

As dawn lights a kookaburra begins to chortle outside, joining the curving mournful whistles of the currawong newly arrived from the mountains as autumn makes a stand here.

Things change and my morning routine varies. There is the temptation of my iPad offering its smorgasbord of headlines, reflections, conjectures and pictures of incongruous cats. There’s the chance of doing morning writing and editing various versions of what may be eventually publishable as the great work.

The preferred option, occasionally exercised, of moving to the front room for a brief somewhat contemplative reading of Morning Prayer as found on the Church of England app, then twenty to thirty minutes stretching in a yoga sequence, finally sitting on two pillows in tailor pose for twenty five minutes of meditation followed by oatmeal and a sliced banana at home.

'I am an old Anglican priest with bad lungs, a compromised immune system, a telephone and lots of technologies and I am wondering how I can use my limited gifts in the present situation.'

John moves to the back of the house for the ABC Morning

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