We have no words of wisdom at the moment. Like many of you, Steph and I are both struggling with a mix of emotions. We are trying to embrace this enforced slow but anxiety and uncertainty creep in and derail us, and that’s okay. It’s okay to feel all the things right now, but we are trying not to get stuck in a negative space for too long.
Things that are helping us:
- Getting outside. The world is still out there. Go for a walk or bike ride, hang out in your backyard, or sit on your front porch.
- Video chats. Seeing family, friends, or co-workers actual faces is good medicine.
- Laughter. For my family this comes from board games and time around the dinner table sharing silly stories.
- Movie nights. We splurge on a movie from Cineplex every three or four days. We set up our mini projector in my daughter’s room, snuggle into her bed with popcorn and candy, and forget everything for two hours.
- Making things. From art to sashiko to cinnamon buns, it’s calming to have our hands busy.
- Reading fiction. Or anything that is not the news.
- Helping others. Stepping outside ourselves and looking to see if neighbours, friends, or family need anything. Simple things like a phone call or grocery delivery.
You will notice that homeschooling didn’t make the list. I have yet to add that to our list of daily activities, and I’m not sure when it will. Some people are into it and some aren’t. Some people have a daily schedule and some fly by the seat of their pants. Some people are hooked on the news and some need to tune it out.
Be gentle and kind to yourself and each other friends. We will all find our way through this.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.