It’s been a tough bunch of months. There are more tough months ahead. I know how privileged I am to be having, personally, a “not too bad” pandemic, as far as pandemic experiences go. I’ve been lucky to have writing projects on the go that are engaging my heart and mind. And I enjoy photography and sometimes turning photos into something resembling a painting with the help of photo-editing apps. But it feels insensitive to say that, when so many are having the worst year of their lives.
My daughter has been having a rough year, living alone in a big city, with a job that she knows she’s lucky to have, but which has been more aggravating than satisfying lately. I urge her to take walks, not because they solve anything, but they can help relieve stress, especially if you can find a pocket of nature to walk in.
When I suggested taking a walk earlier this month, my daughter said, “I will. It’s just hard to get out of my head.”
I told her I’d like her to take a picture on her walk and send it to me. It could be of anything. I thought looking for something to photograph might help give her something besides what was in her head to focus on.
A while later, she texted me a photo of sunlight shining through some trees. She said, “Not the most remarkable photo (it was lovely) but it seemed appropriate that the light came through the trees just after I got a text that the election was finally called.” (I hardly need to mention which election, and as if covid wasn’t giving us enough to stress about this year…)
I digress. Let’s not go there.
I think I’ll go for a walk instead. Will you join me?