Starting Summer....sort of.
We are about 9 1/2 weeks into the Covid 19 quarantine. What a crazy season of history we live in. Sometimes I am standing in the trees, looking up and looking around and thinking to myself, "how did I get here? how do I get out? I can't breathe.....I can't think.....I can't see.....I can't do it any more" and then just a bit later I can stand on the outside of the forest and look at the whole picture and think to myself, "well, this kind of makes sense.....I see purpose here.....I see all the petty, shallow bullshit here.....I am learning lessons here"......And then there are the moments when we watch a video of one of the kids' teachers and I start to cry and I find I cannot stop crying for, like, the whole day. Unprecedented times. That's what they say. Last night I went to bed feeling guilty for all of the yelling and snapping and growling I did during the day. I cried a lot yesterday. I sat in my bed and wondere...