Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had some french bread for dinner last night.  It felt like the biggest treat ever.  I heated it with butter and garlic.  I find myself needing to order more butter.  Perhaps subconsciously I want to fatten up my palate.  The event of my day is each meal.  Another event is a FaceTime with a grandchild.  They are so sweet and smiley, even the 6 week old baby.  I hunger to hold them and be around their optimism and energy.  My other big events each day are talking on the phone to friends and walks.  You can see the cabin fever escalating each day, as more people are out walking and some are oblivious to how close they are getting and we are out in the street more and more to avoid them.  Going to parks, though there are many beautiful ones nearby is an exercise in futility.  Either they are closed or you risk being in a herd of people.  So we just walk the neighborhood.  Yesterday I had a big treat:  my friend and I, after 2 weeks in isolation, took a walk together and at one point I spotted a long bench.  She sat on one end and I the other, and we just talked about her mother's recent death, and I my daughter's cancer, and we commiserated and comforted each other.  Heart to heart, you might say, and I definitely would.