One moment we are looking at our schedules filled with meetings and get-together’s and vacations and wondering when we will be able to fit in a few minutes to catch up with an old friend we haven’t spoken to in a while or practice a new skill or read that book gathering dust on the shelf.  And then…

The desperate need to accept and make sense of what’s happening, what can and can’t be done.  The drive to find something meaningful to do in the meantime in light of not knowing how long “meanwhile” might be. A reason to get up in the morning, to not watch the news all day, to stay away from the refrigerator and pantry…and stick to some semblance of a routine. 

​And then…Sedona Kind, with Joy at the helm, launches the sewing group to make hospital gowns and masks that are desperately needed in our community and throughout the state.  During moments of feeling slightly obsessive and at other times contemplative, Joy, my sewing machine and bed sheets were always there for me. There is no doubt in my mind, as I reflect on the last few weeks, that had I not had the opportunity to become involved in this extraordinary group, that this time in history would have had a different impact on me.  Thank you, thank you, thank you for the opportunity…and the distraction.