A look back at my March 2021 calendar finds I did things I like to do during the past four weeks — writing events, walking, an art class, food shopping, and cooking. Notably different: all except walking and cooking took place online or through online ordering. That’s something we’ve all gotten used to in the past year, after a March that can’t compare to any other.Continue reading “March Again”
Tucked in the pages of three books.
Tucked in my bed well past the time I woke up, stretching, lazing, two days a week.
Outside playing in the snow x 2.
Taking the occasional photo.Continue reading “Where I’ve Been for Four Weeks”
Two moments on Inauguration Day focused on light. Feeling light. Focusing on the light instead of the darkness. Being light — literally. It’s a challenge through dark times to find the cracks where the light gets in. It’s a challenge dealing with people who willfully choose the darkness. It’s a challenge to not let your own light be extinguished by them, or the times, or the feeling that progress is stunted, or glacial, or nonexistent.
But the light persists.
As long as there are those who keep it aflame, it always will. Count me among them.
It’s rare, the poet that can make me stand up and cheer. I was but one of many. Thank you, Amanda Gorman.
There is always light…. if only we’re brave enough to see it…. if only we’re brave enough to be it….
It IS often I stand up and cheer after a Broadway show (in the COVID Before Times, I mean). Seeing this performance of two amazingly powerful songs, though, still has me dancing.
LET THE SUNSHINE IN!