CoVid continues to feel like this thorn on a rose bush… ever present danger despite the promise of beauty. Can’t let your guard down or you may get pricked. The rain drops emphasize a longing for sunshine, light and a carefree spirit which is not the same as CoVid fatigue. I think we’re beyond that now…
April 21, 2022
Honestly...it is hard to imagine. I can hardly imagine life before the pandemic. It's strange to me that at the end of my life, only 18 years of my life will have been pre pandemic, just my childhood, and then a small "blip" of pandemic and so much of it "post." But it feels like it will be forever, between waiting on the vaccine, waiting for it to be distributed, waiting to create herd immunity. I don't know what the future will look like, but I imagine masks, much more often. A greater focus on hygiene and personal safety. An increased number of family gatherings and outings with friends to make up for time lost. I am hopeful, and optimistic, even while I wait in this pain and mourning and uncertainty. I wait and wonder, with millions of others.
October 21, 2020