Well, hello there. It’s been a while. How are you doing? How do we even begin to talk about these times?
I began this post at the beginning of quarantine, back in March. Who would have thought.
It’s been a season of life in which I try to focus more on just being, focus more on what is happening directly in front of me, giving attention to the task at hand, to the person I’m with. Less of productivity, at least in a public sense, less show and tell, less comparison, less of pretty much everything. And now, in the time of our collective quarantine, those things shrink even more noticeably. Our daily footsteps, if we could see the path, wind down the hallway, on and off couches, around the yard within our fence, to the porch to check the mail, and sometimes, when the weather is nice, a familiar walk on our neighborhood sidewalks.
It’s been weeks, months since we’ve gone downtown (which is 5 minutes from our house). It’s been weeks since I’ve touched anyone outside of my immediate family. You can relate, I’m sure.
We attempt to work from home. We will attempt to help our kids do their virtual schoolwork, again. We attempt to clean and feed ourselves. We video conference. We try to push projects forward. We make popsicles, eat them, and repeat. We have piano lessons with a teacher we love, whom we have not met in person. We cultivate very satisfying tshirt tan lines. We try to rest, fail, try again. We seek solace, we seek normalcy in an exceptional situation. We read the news. We try not to read the news. We check in with our friends. We worry about our loved ones, especially the ones suffering from coronavirus. We send prayers. We don’t know what else to do.
There are people doing huge, vital, amazing things to help people right now (and always). People who still have to go to work everyday. People caring for those who are sick. People delivering food, and supplies, and books. People still collecting our trash, filling our prescriptions, answering our emails and phone calls. Thank you thank you thank you.