Time Enough at Last

Time enough at last, a short story/ show from the Twilight Zone series. A man survives a tremendous calamity in which he is the only survivor. He was so frustrated with his life before and the rush of all things that he gets very overjoyed at the thought of having time enough to read any book he so chooses.
I am reminded in some ways of this character, I have been given time to do some things which I have put off because of this virus looming over us all like a dangerous war we cannot see. It has lead me to think myself into an optimistic state of mind to survive these long hours of solitude with my children. Which only momentarily provide me with comfort before turning on each other and becoming hostile as many siblings do.
Some of my friends on Facebook suggest different activities to try with them to keep them entertained and one I have found to be really rewarding is painting with watercolor and salt which my friend Gladys sent me a tutorial on.
It took me several days to find the time to do an activity with my kids. I have always wanted this painting, which is very saturated on the internet, I adore it none the less. So I decided since I have the time to try and perfect my own version of this piece.

While it's going to take me a little time to learn different techniques with this new medium I am really excited to see where this is going! :)
Namaste,
Nova Leigh

Social Distancing as a Poem

It's been a few days but I wanted to share my newest poem with the world. Many of us are still trying to process social distancing. I wanted to write something to help me get some of the heaviness of this time off my mind and onto paper.
I really encourage others to do art or draw (even if you don't think you are good at it)

The Void
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The world has sent us away
tucked like corners of a bed
never to touch
to remain distant
distant distractions
lifestyle rearranged
scattered into pieces
to protect
to bind the helpless
into life itself
and allow more breath to fill lungs
to take time to contemplate
absorb
without the distraction
of each other
to understand
what life is
beyond
green paper
beyond the hurry
I'm sure to some it's like they were just escorted
off the spinning axis of life
fast New York pace
Temptation to break from four walls
to break from thoughts
But you are in a Southern Slow now...
southern lull
sipping tea
sipping lemonade
and watching the grey skies roll
and rain make the understanding
it too drums with your heart
that you insist on ignoring
For night life,
for parties
for clubs
We are given this curse
this gift
by mother nature
as if she didn't have a voice
pitiful humans
you are blaming animals
blaming God
Looking but you were quiet
smoke and factory
Industrial Age
Melting and burning her
Extinct
Extinct
Extinct
like they only matter
when they become a collectible stamp
blame millennials
blame boomers
but don't forget
your own hands
your own voices
silent .....
thinking....
a product of social distancing .....

-By Nova Leigh Walker
       3/26/20