The time rolls on; once again, days melt into one another. Everything is effort. The news comes to us via radio, youtube and the nytimes. I don’t think that Julia hears and comprehends much of it; however, she is quick to say that she doesn’t want to go to school and catch the virus. I tell her that I will not send her if it is not safe and at the same time, I gather information on how to send her to school and what to do when she gets home. I tell her we will listen to the teachers and the scientists, even though no one has definitive advice. Julia does not do well with gray. I fall and fail with the continuing ambiguity our time.
The chrysalis stage of a butterfly is my favorite metaphor for transformation. What a miracle that a caterpillar makes the container and turns itself into a gooey substance before transforming. Where are we in that process right now? Who is in the process now? Can we have as much trust as a caterpillar? Continue reading