How odd it is, staying home for reasons other than choice. At first, I thought of a dozen reasons I needed to go somewhere, but that has calmed. Living in the country is a boundless blessing when it comes to social distancing; we do it naturally. But it makes you think about things, doesn't it?
I write every day even now when I'm doing it without a contract, and the isolation makes me even more determined that although my career changes all the time, writing is as integral a part of me as it's always been. But I've stopped hurrying. I think I'm good with that.
My sewing space is in my office, and I'm spending more time at the machine. Touching and turning and cutting fabrics. As a meme on Facebook assured all quilters, times like this are what we've been training for. My quilts are so far from being expertly done it's almost embarrassing, but they provide warmth and memories for both their giver and their receiver. I'm good with that, too.
When the weather's good, I walk on the trail near our house. The Nickel Plate is so many things to so many people, and it lends special comfort these days. Birdsong, croaking frogs, and skittering squirrels and rabbits keep walkers company, and the scents of spring are promises for better tomorrows.
How are you spending your time?
Social distancing – such a hard concept to absorb and practice. From early childhood, we’ve been encouraged to make friends, join in, playing nicely together, and suddenly we’re told to avoid contact, essentially to fear getting close others of our species. No safety in numbers, no huddling around the fire in a group for comfort as our institutions, both formal and casual, close their doors to us.