A home life adjustment has become a more intense way of life loving each other.

The morning of February 27, 2020 we made a decision and sent the following to our Episcopal Friends with whom we had our most social interaction.

That was sixteen months ago. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months have turned into more than a year.

It has become our updated way of life.

There are new and more intense health complications as relentless aging takes its toll, as abilities are lost or modified.  

 It has become more obvious that we will not go back to the pre-pandemic world we have come out of. What lies in the near and far future remains to be seen and experienced – inevitably with both hope and trepidation.

The days have routines that seem perhaps rigid in their habitual requirements of household duties, of that dynamic creativity that continues to manifest itself in much more private venues. We seek meaningful expressions of the creative, of chores and of attentiveness. 

Creatively, the gardener and artist has been busy. There’s a completely remade garden terrain all around our home, more evolved paintings fill her studio space and  a novel was written and published by me after our seclusion began.  

Our cooking has become very skilled as Lietta has created imaginative diets to accommodate her health and she and I have figured out how to bring the recipes to reality.

We remain passionately committed to the preservation of relationship; to prioritizing each other in all we think and do. I think I have been remiss in not speaking of this as much as I could have and wish to start amending that.

I do not believe it is a pessimistic sentiment to look back with longing nor a false hope to look forward with a determination to be wise, cautious and brave in all venues.