It’s been a difficult week of news. We crossed the grim milestone of 100,000 deaths from COVID19, and stories of racialized violence and injustice echo across the country. None of this is a surprise, exactly. But that doesn’t make it any less devastating, or wrong.
No, you’re not confused about the day of the week! It really is Friday! The Pulse (like the check in) is running a day behind this week. Like my favorite quarantine pick-me-up the Holderness Family says, though – “time has a different sort of meaning these days!”
As we prepare for our 10th online service, there’s a lot about our Sundays that has started to feel really good, and connective. And yet…every week that goes by I wonder “how much longer before we can be together again?” I know I’m not alone.
It was at the end of March – on a Tuesday afternoon – that we convened a conversation of immigrant-led and immigrant-serving organizations, agencies and leaders across the city. It was a rapid response action: how do we all get in a conversation so as not to duplicate work when each day was critical?
In mid-March, I remember thinking: by the end of April, we’ll know a lot more. Ha! Here we are, a week into May, and although we know some more about some things, a lot of other things are now questions! And it feels like it’ll be a LONG time before we will really know much for sure. We are learning (or trying to!) how to live with extended uncertainty.
This is the week where my eyes decided they were done with video calls. Seriously, by Tuesday afternoon, I could barely open them. What stage of quarantine did you hit this week?