- The unstoppable on-coming of Spring. [Spring is not cancelled. Nor is Love.]
- The hugeness of heart, and inextinguishable spirit of New York Freakin' City
- Governor Cuomo: kicking extreme, superhero-level, ass. [#PRESIDENTCUOMO]
- Waking before dawn every day. Greeting the day with ritual and respect [lighting a candle, morning pages, meditation, gratitudes], and feeling a sense of total possibility as the light fills the sky
- A new *concept of time* as it passes in these long stretches
- Alec’s loving eyes
- Alec's valiance and courage
- Tati simply *being*
- Empty streets
- The absolute, absolute, bone-chilling Quiet
- Masked people walking in confusion and fear
- Quiet Saturday nights in New York.
- Quiet every. Single. Nights. in New York.
- The news. The goddam news.
- The naive and beautiful confusion of all the animals
- The lack of “hustle”
- Cooking and eating slowly
- Wondering what else there might be to fix around the house
- Journaling without any goals
- The absolutely delicious, indulgent pleasure of sending (and receiving!) written correspondence
- The people I made time for, connected with, and got to know better, because of the pandemic.
- The genuine camaraderie of a shared global adversity. Feeling a part of something so definitive, world-changing, and so much bigger than myself, however horrific.
- Being THIS vividly in touch with my mind, body, and soul
- Learning about humanity inside the crisis. Learning about my own humanity and the nature of humanity.
- Asking huge questions about what this all means. For us as individuals, as a country, as a planet, as a species…
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