At the beginning of the pandemic, i stocked up with a healthy assortment of books from the library, from friends, and from my own collection which I intended to read or re-visit I did get through some of them, but I also fell into the bad habit of doomscrolling the news -- reading the endless parade of articles about politics, shortages, restrictions, deaths, the progression of the disease across the nation -- and finding myself unable to concentrate on books on paper i wish I'd committed to a limit on reading articles online and reserving a space for reading books Looking back, my time was better spent adding to the list of books I've read, instead of the amorphous blur of worrisome thoughts and dire warnings that constituted the daily online onslaught. I understand why I did it, but I'd do it differently today
December 10, 2021
2020 a new vision the one no one knew they needed and it came anyways following us like a shadow emerging from the depths from where we plant our feet on the ground firmly we stand with our spirit Unpacking COVID-19 like clothes from a suitcase each a process of the fresh memories from the journey's experience clouds came crashing down like the raindrops splattering, splitting into splinters of hope I once thought of as a whole the scattered parts seem like a dream as the rain showers me as though to cleanse the vibration of olds past trying to find solace in something a solstice seems so rare even suspicious as I try to rise as ashes. Wandering around in time as it seamlessly melts into one long never-ending day how long till we get acclimated to the new climate like the ringtone on our cell phone
October 17, 2020