Life on Zoom. I feel conflicted about Zoom (and other conferencing apps). I know that people want to connect but I frequently feel trapped and stuck in the meetings. It’s a strange new experience. I’ve used these applications for training events and information sessions for years but never socially.

My perfect day is one with lightness of spirit, full of listening to music, reading books, creating.

Life in bubbles connected in the electronic stream.

Inspired by another artist, I decided to try watercolours & doodles.

Sometimes I have to really work at listening. There’s always a lot of noise in my head.

Journalling about change at the start of the Covid 19 pandemic in Canada, I was thinking about the phrase “Stay in Your Bubble”

I sometimes long for my old house, the comfy chair on the porch, the french doors that connected rooms to rooms and also went out to the garden. I long for a red wheel-barrow in the sun. I long for the shade trees, Dutchman’s pipe on the trellis and ferns along the walk. In some ways it feels like I never left that reality and I should be able to step through a portal and all would be as it was.

Emerging from the cave in time.

This week it was about “guility pleasures in music”. I have complicated feelings about both being an obsessive cello player for about 15 years and then dropping the instrument. Both extremes trouble me.