Shapes in the Fog

How are you coping with pandemic time?

I don’t know what it is about this week but it’s just felt heavy all the way through. Like a weight on my chest that sought to push me out of myself. A tension that built and built until it had to erupt to find a way out--an eruption that left me in tears on the floor between the chronic pain in my back that had been building all day and the pressure of the week. I still hesitate to write like this because I want to put up a front and tell you it’s fine. But it’s not fine. If you talked to me any time in the last four weeks and I told you I wasn’t feeling well, that I was flaring, well, it’s still the same flare. Longer this time than average, but not unheard of either. And writing like this still feels like complaining, and yet, it’s just reality. If I told you I was fine, it wouldn’t be the case. 

I sat in on a webinar yesterday from Faith Matters Network which was a moderated discussion on holding digital healing space with Lauren Cunningham, leea allen, Francisca Porchas Coronado, …