The days are long. The tiniest things make us sad and irritable and bring tears. But we are learning. We eat breakfast, we do yoga, we play tag, we draw together.
I want to be in the empty space, to see the city, but I don’t think it will be empty enough.
It’s hard to reconcile all the scenarios that are possible right now. I have forgotten to call mom.
What do I write here for the sake of history?
14 days
14 times the earth has spun around
And the birds have spent 14 days gathering twigs for their nests
The tulips have spent 14 days growing yellow buds
My hands have spent 14 days washing, cooking, holding close
14 times the sun has risen
And my mind has spent 1000 lifetimes in the world to come
While my breath waits, frozen, for time to start again
the blue sky holds space for us even the clouds are in quarantine
Schools are closed for 6 weeks. We are still in limbo, standing on a plane with so many possible futures laid out before us. Some are still hopeful. The Earth at least is getting a rest, too.
Already we are getting better at not wasting food.
Work continues. Trying to find a routine.
It snowed today My brain is imagining entire lifetimes in the pauses between things
Remember to slow down
Now is the time of the virus. It is March 13, 2020.
A state of emergency has been declared. Schools are closed, daycare is closed. Offices are closed. Events are cancelled. A went out today but we are starting quarantine now.
Now is another moment when there is a before-time and an after-time. The before-time is already gone, but some of us don’t know it yet. I don’t know yet when the after-time will come.