I am not going to make my self imposed 2020 goal to post a new essay on April month end, but Business is NOT As Usual, so I forgive myself. In fact, it even seems appropriate. I feel many emotions and burdens from the 2020 Pandemic public health and economic crisis but sharing them feels counterproductive, as opposed to my usual desire to share my thoughts in hopes of connecting for positive results. Certainly, I don’t want to add burden in such a difficult time. There is no comparison to this scenario in most of our lifetimes. ‘Nuff said.
I have a partially written timely topic in the works and hope to post it very soon.
In the meantime, I will share a little bit from another historic moment of crisis. While sorting through some store archives, I came across the post 9/11 D’Leas Newsletter. Though that is our most recent national crisis, the healing diagnosis this time is completely unique. Then, the community of the store was craved and utilized. Store traffic at D’Leas that Fall set records. We gathered together, united in our creativity, and chose fiber art projects to gain some control. This time, the brick & mortar shop, clustered with like minded souls is not a therapeutic option. Gathering is the curse. However! Creativity and creation are still available to us for healing. Please seek what makes your heart relax and sing. It is important to renew your true self, enabling your clarity and strength to stay healthy and go forth into the present Unknown.
Here are some quotes that, by chance and unbeknownst to the publisher, appeared in my April 2020 Zen Daily Calendar as bizarrely in tune with pandemic mindset. Enjoy and see you soon.
It’s noticing that which cracks us open, lets something in. Shows we’re in use. Uses us. Right now. Right this minute. Lia Purpura
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination, but the combination is locked up in the safe. Peter De Vries
Wind moving through the grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion that I don’t even understand. Katherine Mansfield (substitute tree branches, birds singing, flowers blooming)
On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars—something good will come out of all things yet—And it will be golden and eternal just like that—There’s no need to say another word. Jack Kerouac