While so much of my time this spring went to sickness and recovery, it was often to the backdrop of this theater project: songs, scenes, poems, and dances from 20+ families but none of it could have happened without you: you were the home for this project, you are my home.
Dear Body of Mine,
It’s been 100 days since you have really been in nature. It wasn’t really a hike so much as a careful walk down a hill, to the river, to sit while the family explored. Then a slow trudge past a pond, stopping to catch the breath. Until now you have stayed in the car with the window open, listening to the trees at the edge of woods. Sometimes even this was too big of an outing. Know that there will be more days of rest after this, but today celebrate that you have made it this far. Just be here.
June 2020 covid recovery is funny. We have been an unschooling family for many years but never have we been home this much. We are so privileged to have this time to connect with each other and reach of our selves. There are loud fireworks disrupting sleep, my heart fluctuates, it gets hot, we get frustrated and yet, this time has also allowed for these wonderful moments too. I’m grateful.
June is my favorite month. I missed posting in June and the month looked vastly different than other years. Still it was a beautiful month. I got into watercolors, had lots of table time and still more sleep time. I left the house mostly to visit doctors and trees… I’m still recovering from Covid-19. It’s slow and lonely, frustrating and filling. We finished a huge virtual theater project that I’m very proud of. Pre-Linnea would have been at many protests this month. They would have shouted more. Current-me is listening and trying to maintain calm though I weep and grieve around the violence of white supremacy and all our brokenness. I also see hope and potential to rebuild. I always do.
Friday night in corona times 5.29.20
All for a Staging Journeys music video.