In limbo

So maybe this change in routine has affected me more than I realize. Maybe my sheltering in place is no longer due to a virus but a depression.

I like the social distancing. Maybe a little too much. I think it may be depression because I don’t do anything at home. Earlier I wrote about feeling addicted to cell phone games, and well, I’ve played so many, I’ve given myself a sore joint from how I hold my cell phone.

(Insert eye roll here.)

That plus a recent incident (one I cannot write about here, sorry) have reminded me that I’ve lost touch with my spiritual practice.

I was talking about religion and God and all that with a friend. I got the impression that she wasn’t separating religion from faith the way I do. A lot of people don’t. Their thinking is that one must necessarily be related to the other.

When I was searching for a faith, I tried a couple of different flavors of Christianity but ended up with metaphysics and New Thought as taught through Science of Mind. There are a lot of options out there, many that do not start wars or care who you love or marry, and the church my mother and I found in California is pretty laid back.

Basically, the premise can be summed up with this quote from Richard Bach’s book “Illusion”:

The only sin is to limit the Is.
Don’t.

The limbo I’m feeling may be just me being empathetic to how the whole world right now is also in limbo, holding its breath, waiting on a sidetrack for an engine to be hooked up to so we can be moving again. It also may be 3 months of making less effort than usual and getting into some not so good habits.

I realize that spring came and went with no participation from me and summer may do the same, and I’m not sure future me would appreciate that.

To help myself I’m going to reboot my morning spiritual routine, a combination of a few yoga moves and prayer. That habit had gone by the wayside along with putting on make-up way back in March. Time to bring it out of limbo.