We still don’t know #SOL22

Two years ago today, my husband and I went for a walk. It was an unseasonably warm day here in New England, in the 60s. Normally a day like that, after a long cold winter, would have filled me with hope, a sense of rebirth, energy, promise, and optimism. But this was a very different March day. A day that was filled with tremendous uncertainty. Little did we know what lay ahead for us, the country, the world. Little did we know the sadness, disbelief, and devastating losses that were to come. Little did we know that a vaccine for the cause of this uncertainty would, before too long, miraculously be in our bloodstreams doing the work it needed to do.

One year on, we walked again to the same spot. The temperature was refreshing, but not as warm. But something was different that day. We were indeed filled with the hope and optimism that was missing the year before. The path ahead of us was still uncertain in some respects, but it was beginning to come into view.

Now, two years on, so much has changed. We are back in school, back to work, beginning to unmask just a bit, and attempting to get back on track. There is so much to celebrate, but the desire to do so just isn’t there. It just doesn’t feel right at this moment, with so much sadness in the world. My husband and I will walk again today, most likely amongst falling snowflakes. This time we will ponder a world that is still very much a work in progress. There is so much we still don’t know.

Thanks for wondering and wandering a bit with me today. And many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here every Tuesday throughout the year and daily during the month of March.