Everything seems to be taking me longer right now. Not sure if I’m moving slower, or things I could rush through before, I just can’t hurry now. I theorize that I’m immersed in an invisible sea of emotions.
In the late ’90s, I spent a lot of time swimming in the oceans off the west coast of the Big Island of Hawai’i. I entered the water there daily and swam far out into the bay near where I lived. The texture of sea water, the buoyancy of this substance so easy to take for granted from the shore, engaged my rational mind like a Zen koan—every time I entered the water.
I’m working from home, grateful I can, grateful I have a home, grateful I have work, aware of so many who don’t. And when I venture out for various necessities amidst this shelter-in-place, I enter a different kind of sea…it reminds me of days in Hawai’i when the ocean showed its power—choppy, undertow, bone-breaking waves. I breathe, diving under a mind racing, pulled here then there by the currents of the COVID-19 global crisis.
Posts I especially appreciated this week
Austin Kleon, author and father, is reading old issues of Growing Without Schooling.
Curbed magazine shares downloadable architecture projects to help kids explore architecture at home.
NYT writer J.D. Biersdorfer offers a range of resources for making your own comics.
Happy May Day.
I will be taking a little sabbatical. See you soon.
Be well.
