I Miss...

I miss so many things. I miss going to the movies and sitting amongst complete strangers enjoying a common thing. I miss sitting in the Hollywood Bowl in the summer nights listening to music vibrate around the mountains. I miss sitting at dinner tables laughing with friends. I miss meeting with a run club and running the streets as a community. I miss smiling at strangers as I pass by on the mountain trail. I miss the ease and bliss of walking into places with no worry. I miss working out with other people. I miss being led through a flow of a yoga sequence feeling the collective energy of all of the yogis. There is so much loss happening this year. It angering. It's overwhelming. It's heartbreaking. I guess that's the thing about taking things for granted and not knowing how good something is until it is gone. It's beginning to feel as though we are prisoners to this virus; to this year. Or maybe it is a challenge to find the joys in the simple things. Stripped down life. What happens when all of the stuff gets taken away? How can we find the pleasure in the mundane? Whatever the moral of this chapter of life is, it doesn't take away the many things I miss. I miss my city. I miss getting on a plane. I miss New York City. I miss adventures. I miss farmers markets, flea markets and outdoor events. I just miss the endless opportunities and ways to enjoy life. I want more. I want more Life.