I want to remember this time. Not only the events as we respond to this virus but my thoughts and feelings about these times. It can be hard to sort out when everyday it seems our reality shifts. Weaving tiny tapestries has been a lifesaver.
Even before the virus, my life was changing. My boss of fifteen years retired and I assumed her duties. I embraced the new responsibilities but worried about doing the job well. I started spindle spinning and weaving little pieces to deal with the stress. Then CO-VID 19.
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| A Walk in the Garden |
Spinning and weaving during week one was about distraction and disbelief.
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Social Distance
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Week two involved a new vocabulary and puzzling out the new rules for social distance, working from home and growing anxiety .
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| Death by Cheeto |
Week three, the feelings were not conflicted. It was anger. How many people would die due to our ineptitude?
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| Dark Thoughts |
I just finished week four, was trying to sort out what was grief appropriate for our situation and what was underlying depression. One of the challenges with dealing with depression is keeping tabs ( or trying to) on what are situational feelings versus mood changes needing my attention. I realized what I was experiencing was grief and loss. Grieving for all those losing family members and livelihoods and the loss of being able to plan for the future.
Thank goodness for friends, family, my animals and fiber.
Death by Cheeto made me laugh :)
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