Coronavirus Days--Week 21
Will I chronicle into the Week 30s? Week 40s? Week 50s? Each week I wonder how many weeks I will ultimately write this blog series. Not because I believe the pandemic will pass--these coronavirus days are not going anywhere quickly. Not because I can't find time to sit and commit words to a page. But because some Sundays, I wonder if I have anything new to say. Is there something I might write that will connect with someone reading? My writing is often inspired by experiences, observations, something strikingly different than the norm of my days.These past months of a small world life have given me a more meditative lens for weekly reflections. Sure there's new. Sure there's the odd. But mostly it's a routine that I've settled into. For the long haul. Or at least until the weather turns colder.Mornings I'm up early, usually by 6am, even without needing to get to work. I like the early, the quiet, the way Whitman joins us in bed when we stir or by the time light…
