Like everyone else, I'm taking stock of my life in light of the continued COVID-19 restrictions and the disconcerting and eye-opening events that have taken place in the aftermath of Mr. Floyd's tragic death. Unlike many, I have had the privilege to do so by choice, in the comfort of my home, with the security of all hierarchies fulfilled, and, if I so choose, far removed from chaos. I have been unable to put my frustration, disappointment, anger, elation, and hope into words, certainly no better than the brave soles who have had the courage or have been compelled to speak out far more eloquently and passionately that I can right now. There are many things wrong, just as there are many ways to go about addressing both the surface and the systemic issues but nothing will get accomplished without dialogue and openness.
For those dealing with medical and mental issues during this time, it is especially frightening as both the normal social services, the ones many people rely on to keep their symptoms controlled, and the routines, the daily/weekly/monthly habits that support mental maintenance and healing, are disrupted, leaving our vulnerable populations even more susceptible to their own fragility and the malign influence of those who seek to corrupt the discourse with misinformation and hatred.
In troubling times I often return to the basics, the things I know, my ability to make, the practices that, at the best times, represent aspects of my beliefs and ideals that seem like a privileged luxury but during the worst of times serve as acts of self-preservation and a chance to reflect and align my actions, morals, and thoughts on a common trajectory. Though at times it feels like I'm ignoring the issues I find it helpful to take stock in myself first, shore up my intentions, and reaffirm my underlying beliefs. I'm not ignoring the situation but I'm not going to bring it up here. Here is a space for then things I've always focused on, the making, doing, creating, cooking, providing that gives me peace.
