June 2020 covid recovery is funny. We have been an unschooling family for many years but never have we been home this much. We are so privileged to have this time to connect with each other and reach of our selves. There are loud fireworks disrupting sleep, my heart fluctuates, it gets hot, we get frustrated and yet, this time has also allowed for these wonderful moments too. I’m grateful.
They are impossible and yet they are here. Just like you.
Queer family in quarantine is watermelon drop offs
is reading poetry over the phone
is plants showing up in the yard
is signs hung on porches
is sending water color mantras
is checking charts from the hospital and astrology
is so damn lucky to be here
Ordered prints, a bunch of prints really, to be able to sift through places and experiences. And my bed got moved so it overlooks a widow. I’ve witnessed the moon cycle at least twice. I’ve watched the leaves bud and unfurl. I’ve let the breeze take me to these past moments. These things I’ve done alone, though in my mind, you’re always along.
yearbook find from 1999. What would you tell yourself twenty years from now?
