I guess it was my turn. But the Covid bug hit hard, and I’m still recovering.
I know I’m not alone.
The worst, after the first tough days is feeling so depleted.
I have not felt like writing, painting, drawing.
I look at my messy house and my bed calls me.
I have a new appreciation for those who have struggled with this virus, and a bit of jealousy of those for whom it wasn’t a big deal.
it brings me back to my hospital days where I was exposed, over and over again, and so thankful I stayed well and was able to continue to work. But the suffering of those around me was real.
in a way, we are all still emerging from a Covid fog, this Pandemic that changed lives and affected us all. For some deep grief is the result, for others, for some long term physical challenges, and for many others family and friend fractures that seem long in healing.
I just completed my 2024 calendar featuring the word hope. Twelve pages to colour. It has been good to think about, we hang on to hope.
Hang on to HOPE
