It’s been a good morning so far, thanks to a dear friend and an article by Rebecca Solnit.
“We have reached a crossroads, we have emerged from what we assumed was normality, things have suddenly overturned. One of our main tasks now – especially those of us who are not sick, are not frontline workers, and are not dealing with other economic or housing difficulties – is to understand this moment, what it might require of us, and what it might make possible.” Rebecca Solnit
I hope you read it: The impossible has already happened: what coronavirus can teach us about hope
I am amazed to find ways to entertain myself during this time. Also, amazed at how fast a day goes by. I live alone is a one room studio with covetous thoughts of people with gardens, big kitchens, pets, roommates and family. Although, I’m sure living with others locked up together brings a whole other set of issues.
On a recent trip to the grocery, I spotted a “tiger” facial mask. Knowing that I still needed to finish watching Tiger King on Netflix I had to buy it and wear for the occasion. Can’t say I love the Tiger King, but it is fascinating about a world I knew nothing about.
Stayed tuned, I am searching for the perfect puppy to adopt. It’s been on my mind for awhile. Now with no pet sitting in the near future, the time has come. It will need to be a small-medium dog with a good temperament so she will be able to come along with me once pet sitting picks up again.
Are you keeping yourself entertained?!
This from 2018, could have been written today. Features dancer, Quentin Robinson from Missoula, MT. I once came across him dancing in the park. I felt lucky, as if I had gotten into a dance performance for free.
And we love you, John Prine
Resilient by Rising Appalachia
This blog started as a way to stay connected on my solo journey to Baja from Montana a few years ago. I pretty much left it alone after that. Here we are on our solo journeys. We can’t meet for coffee. The title of this blog came from a friend, Marc Moss, as we sat over coffee. My daughter had cut off all communication with me. I was grieving, still am just differently. Choosing joy in spite of grief. My nephew had invited me to come stay at his place in El Pescadero. Fuck it, why not. So I write to not feel totally alone.
I think maybe I’ll post a picture each day with a piece of writing to go along, or I’ll just write as a journal or share a contemplative collage from my daily ritual to stay sane. Or I’ll share a recommendation of what I’m watching on Netflix or the like. Who knows, none of us know much right now. But we still got love.
Best diversion yesterday: Lola called to share that as she was looking out her window she spotted, Sam Elliott walking down her street. There’s that!
A city employee pulled up, posted a sign stating that groups are not allowed, individuals shall remain 6 feet apart. He nodded at me and smiled from 6 feet away.