Day 128… We are now eighteen weeks into this new normal. Eighteen WEEKS! How in the heck have eighteen weeks passed? New York has started to return to a very strange version of normal. I realized yesterday as I was walking around, however, how really odd this new version really is. There is really nothing normal about it. We’ve just slowly gotten used to it.
Good food made with love helps nurture our unsettled souls. Love hearing about Michael’s cooking. I suddenly started thinking if there was another intention with some governments around the world given their gobsmackingly stupid response to this pandemic also.
Really enjoyed this one, Richard. Hugs to you and Michael 🤗😘
me too
my trip into the city from Brooklyn
began as a
vacation day
into another
borough
when I got off the train
I felt as though I had been invited to a party
that
no one attended
but me
....funny though
I still remain at heart
a party girl
who will one day
go to a Ball
right now
still wearing my
Masquerade
Mask
💕
you are going to need to compile these, too!!
I will compile mine...
if you do yours
Mine with bear the title
Reply’s to Richard
as in
Letters to a Young Poet
as I find your posts during this epic crucial time in all our lives
as profound and insightful as I found
Rilke’s works
happy ( heat wave) Sunday
💕🌸🎈
Good food made with love helps nurture our unsettled souls. Love hearing about Michael’s cooking. I suddenly started thinking if there was another intention with some governments around the world given their gobsmackingly stupid response to this pandemic also.
I’m finding it hard to believe that this is accidental. What are our governments doing I wonder?