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My mind has been thinking about time and how it seems to be different now with all of what is happening. First there is COVID-19 and our stay-in-place semi-lockdown. For those who have full-time jobs, and even for those who don't, we schedule things around moments in time. Our lives are routine-based: when we get up, when we eat, when we work, when we have time for family, when we have time to ourselves, when we sleep, etc. When our routines are disrupted, many of us feel out of sorts or even lost. What happened? Why is this happening? When is it (routine) coming back? I've heard that there are many Americans who find it difficult to take a vacation, a real vacation of a week or two, because it takes them away from their work for too long. As we are gradually allowed to come back to our former lives before COVID-19, perhaps we will have a better sense of time, our old time. But then again, maybe time will never be the same. George Floyd was killed senselessly an
One of the most popular features on a local newscast of a small TV station is something rather surprising. It is a feature called- “The Day of the Week”. Today is…….. Monday! The station put forth this as a kind of joke at first, but it was so popular that it became a regular daily addition to the morning newscast. Apparently, so many of us have lost track of what day it is that we need a reminder. During this stay-at-home time, every day seems to blend into the next. It is truly difficult to remember how many days we have all been quarantined at home, what the date is and what day of the week it is. Many of us have a few markers that help- jobs that pause for the weekend, celebrations of Fridays, Saturdays or Sundays- special days of worship. But even with these, the days seem to bleed into each other like a striped shirt washed in hot water. The period that we are in right now in the Jewish calendar is ironically, a time of counting. A time when we purposely try to keep
I did not want to write about this virus-time. I did not think I could. Another piece was in my mind this week, not quite yet taking shape. But when I sat to write, the virus took my attention and I could not wrest it back. There are useful and funny memes online, and stories of good will and good works, and words of inspiration and comfort. And terrible stories, too. Mostly at a distance, we have been sharing dance and art and music, facts and opinions, cautionary tales and fairy tales. We miss hugs and doing projects and working and learning together in person. Sometimes we are in a bubble for a while that lets us just be, free of anxiety or fear. Sometimes we cannot get out of bed. Sometimes we cannot sleep. Sometimes we eat all the chocolate and sometimes we eat nothing. We who are privileged live like this. We are grateful to the people who work at the jobs we need to have done even in the face of the danger and I believe we do not understand a fraction o