for months I thought about wearing this blue work suit when I would finally be ready to venture out into the world for something other than a doctor visit // by the time I was ready, the weather was much warmer and the adventure was much more limited than I imagined but I'm still happy with my wardrobe choice #covidrecovery #day120
6.28.20 World Pride Day: I woke up with a plan to attend one part of one march: the March for Black Queer & Trans Lives. But then my blood pressure was too high. Defeated, I stayed home and watched poetry talks. I rested and then I lit these candles and remembered that life is bright even in the dark times. #worldpride #queer #queerfamily #blacklivesmatter
June is my favorite month. I missed posting in June and the month looked vastly different than other years. Still it was a beautiful month. I got into watercolors, had lots of table time and still more sleep time. I left the house mostly to visit doctors and trees… I’m still recovering from Covid-19. It’s slow and lonely, frustrating and filling. We finished a huge virtual theater project that I’m very proud of. Pre-Linnea would have been at many protests this month. They would have shouted more. Current-me is listening and trying to maintain calm though I weep and grieve around the violence of white supremacy and all our brokenness. I also see hope and potential to rebuild. I always do.
This was the blur called May. I’m curating pictures, trying to conjure memories from the time I mostly slept through, it seems. Snail mail + book drops tea time + learning to read sitting in the window, laying in bed recording vitals + learning to rest and you my love both distant + right here with me
They are impossible and yet they are here. Just like you.
