Well, that life seems like another world as the cases and deaths from Covid-19, caused by the coronavirus that is tearing across the world, are rising daily. The White House is telling America this morning to brace for their, "Pearl Harbor or 911 moment," and it's very scary.
A lot of us who deal with stress by processing through our art are coming back to the internet, back to blogs. Most of us are self quarantining, isolated inside our homes for weeks on end. I'll be the first to say that I don't have a lot of free time in our endless confinement. My husband and I are frantically trying to keep our two humans under the age of four happy, fed, and healthy. We're four weeks in and going a bit stir crazy. Every time we get a grocery delivery, we worry about whether or not we're going to get exposed. It's a time of high anxiety.
It's also a time of introspection. I've been channeling my fears and stress into a nightly yoga and meditation practice, and my usual habit of doing daily pages in my journal has turned into pages upon pages of emotion processing. Through all of this, I knew I needed an additional outlet. I needed a space where I could share the humanity of what we're all currently dealing with. So, I came back to blogging.
This site has never been a space where I shared personal stories. It started about a decade ago as a place to motivate myself to share art until I turned my attention to my food blog and left this space behind. I'm thankful I have it, though. I can't promise any frequency or rhyme or reason to what I post. I'm hoping that it will have humor, humility, and hope, but I can't promise that either. It will have sketches and stories, though, and through my art I hope to make sense of what's happening to all of us and to be a place where we can connect.
Thank you for reading, and I'll talk to you again soon.