InMotion

Well, we gotta do something! New Orleans French Quarter, May 2020  we'll get through this. Frenchmen Street Spring 2020 If you could hack into my journal, you would find a pretty down and desperate entry that I actually considered posting.   In it I attempt to describe my emotional state, and I blame the lockdown for uncovering and illuminating it. Stay-At-Home started here on March 22.   California was the first on March 19 and South Carolina the last on April 7.   Anyway, I’ve been stewing in the juices of my often dysfunctional cognitive and emotional regime.   Taking action, but it’s been really hard.   I know others are worse off than I while some are thriving and experiencing extra joy.   And of course, some are sick and others are grieving.   May we all find sources of strength and may we embody resilience.   My personal mantra, constructed during an online meditation class, is Breathe In Curiosity, Breathe Out Kindness .   Just breathe.

On April 17 , Fiona Apple released her fifth studio album, Fetch the Bolt Cutters .  I had planned to continue my research on Apple and publish a blog post about it. But I keep not doing it. Even though I still feel not ready to write the piece, I decided to just sit down and write anyway, feeling that I might be able to come up with something. I continue my early Sunday morning ritual of biking out into the city to find a copy of the Sunday New York Times.  I am sometimes not successful when we are on the road camping, but it’s really fun to try. Carol decided to subscribe again to The New Yorker , after dropping our subscription 10 or so years ago. I guess we love New York!  Anyway, I started reading a long Profile of Fiona Apple by Emily Nussbaum in the March 23 issue of The New Yorker.  When I realized after half an hour that I was only half way through the piece, which was really going deep, and that I had been fairly distracted while reading, I went back and started over.