I was reading an article in the Washington Post that compiled nurse interviews from ICU and ER units in hospitals across the country. The quote that jumped out at me was “there is no room left, essentially, and I think that’s really what people don’t understand.”
The news is daily warning us of the impending spike in COVID cases. We have COVID positive family members, so we did not gather at my sister’s as is the norm for Thanksgiving. The after Thanksgiving spike forebodings sent me barreling back to old, old memories of my first Thanksgiving after divorce twenty plus years ago.
How can we bring rejuvenating hope back into our lives during these dark, confining days of quarantine? My youngest granddaughter has reminded me how!
Why is fear spread exponentially faster than love?
How does a contagion spread?
I’m at the tail-end of making Christmas quilts for my grandchildren. This project started last January when Christmas themed material was on clearance.
Holidays are a time of gathering, even in this crazy upside-down pandemic infested season. Whichever way we gather, we do so around our elders, gifting them with respect and validation for their best practices in raising us.