Much of Sunday afternoon was spent outside viewing the wonders of the natural world. Hover flies were visiting the witch hazel blossoms in the bright sun. Birds were singing and flying about and then the sunset was stunning. Even though we are bombarded with sad and tragic news, we need to remember there is much beauty and peace when we take the time to see and feel it.
December 31, 2020
More than one year has passed, and I cannot yet process what happenned during this apocalyptic year. I cannot keep track how many aquiantances I have lost and how many have been infected, suffered and still struggling with finance and moving through this home stay practice. I feel like this is a another life and I shall be another person when it will be colpmetely over in near future. I travelled from Bangladesh to the USA during this pandemic, we lost jobs and survived with our savigns and stimulus package for the first time as a while collar professional family. I feel like, I am alive to see so many deaths and human mortality and uncertainty of our existence are more vivid than ever before. I do not know whether I could have been ever be able to process this experience. As I have found this journal, I thought to begin to write my feeling, experience in this journal form as living social history for the generations to come.
July 1, 2021