My daughter asked this morning how my blog post writing was going. My official answer was “I don’t have the words.” Unusual and a difficult pill to swallow, when you feel lost to express or find fitting thoughts during a time like this. We’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions and uncertainties; in one word it’s – sucked. But not the right “word” for those who’ve lost lives and lost loved ones. That’s another word – devastating.
Or the word fear, for those healthcare providers on the front lines. Some of them, my close friends, have newly graduated professional healthcare children.
I’m not going to pretend this has been easy. I’ve personally temporarily moved equipment to work from home—a new word, challenging. My daily inbox is flooded with a profound array of messages marketed to get my feelings in order. In my profession, as a graphic designer in a marketing world (foremost to the food blogger), the words speak loudly, the message is clear.
From my favorite Renegade Craft Community:
“As you all know, this crisis has hit our community of small businesses and the creative economy particularly hard. We’re doing everything we can to continue uplifting artists and hope that this dispatch serves as a way for you to stay involved and connected in our community.
Let’s all come together (but 6′ + apart!), build each other up, and emerge from this stronger than ever. After all, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.
The weekend is here, and the (virtual) world is your oyster! Learn a new skill, do something creative, browse the small biz web, or take a weekend-long nap. Whatever feels good and right to you is perfect. ❤ “
To the suck-fear-challenged-devastating message from Global Rescue:
“Three months ago, no one knew that SARS-CoV-2 existed. Now the virus has spread to almost every country, infecting at least 446,000 people whom we know about, and many more whom we do not. It has crashed economies and broken healthcare systems, filled hospitals, and emptied public spaces. It has separated people from their workplaces and their friends. It has disrupted modern society on a scale that most living people have never witnessed. Soon, almost everyone in the United States will know someone who has been infected. Like World War II or the 9/11 attacks, this pandemic has already imprinted itself upon the nation’s psyche.”
When will we get off this ride? What will our reality be? These are the questions my daughter asked this morning. And, yes. Another word – distracted, as I started writing this while burning my pancakes. But guess what? I ate them. I don’t feel in a position to waste.
As for my food blog, I’ll confess I don’t feel right cooking up something fun, or something frugal when I know someone isn’t even eating right now. Our elders, fearful to venture out or unable to obtain food, our children in need, who had relied daily on school breakfasts and lunches to fill them for the rest of a long day, day after day.
It’s all quite unbelievable isn’t it? Our freedom transitioned into fear. As I leave for one last run to the grocery store (which was over a week ago) instead of ‘’don’t forget to buy blah blah,’’ my daughter says ‘’be careful, don’t touch anything or anyone.’’ I never thought I would hear those words coming out of her mouth. I still am like you, trying to wrap my head around this. So, finding the right words has been a struggle.
So, if we stay home, we physically distance ourselves for each other- our loved ones, our friends, we will PERSEVERE. Hopefully.
Perservere, that is a good word. Maybe we need to come together and do this for each other, no?
In the meantime, weather permitting you can find me in the garden in the journal side on Midwest & Grassfed of this blog. Maybe over time, I will find something worthy to share in the kitchen. I am up for suggestions, granted we are running on limited options like you. But give me a few weeks and I will have something green growing, healthy and quite possibly a new recipe to share.
If you have a planting pot on your patio, order some seeds and grow with me. 🙂
BEST WISHES & HEALTH,
Lisa Carol Sprague2