I don’t need to tell my contemporaries that this year has been rough. There will be plenty of expert analysis in the world for many years to come but on a personal level, and almost one year into the pandemic, my extended family has not had to experience the worst of the suffering. We continue to have our physical health, financial stability, and (usually) good humor, together, as we plow ahead.
I think this collective experience is leaving a visible scar on our generation because we all know people who have suffered loss and our usual solace is hamstrung by isolation. While we count ourselves lucky, our inability to comfort each other in person, and in so many of the usual ways a community brings solace, contributes to our suffering and emotional difficulties. We are not special in this regard but, in this past week, with news of more than one effective vaccine on the event horizon, I suppose I feel once again like sharing some observations I have made in the past 6+ weeks. On some level, these feel like an ointment for the scar.
Some events have come to pass.
Some nature has done it’s thing.
(Fun Fact: If they were less clumped it would be called a ‘troop’ of mushrooms.)
Some glimpses of the everyday.
#thingsIhaveBroken
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