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?
A couple months ago, I showed up at a meeting where I was supposed to meet a Poudre School District administrator about a proposal they had for how Foothills could better support vulnerable students. As I sat down, I thought I recognized the person they wanted me to meet. But it took the whole hour before we both realized we live next door to each other!
Another week of sheltering-in-place has passed. How are you doing? I’ve realized that in a given day my answer often includes nearly every feeling word I know. From scared to angry to wonder to anguish to blah. Sometimes all at once.
It hit me today that in just a few days, my family and I will have been sheltering-in-place for a full month. A month ago tomorrow the Governor declared a state of emergency. This Sunday – Easter Sunday! – will be our fifth Sunday online! It feels both longer and shorter. Time is a really strange thing in a pandemic.