Social Isolation: Day 37
I’m putting the world back together, finally, one puzzle piece at a time. I resisted, till now, the urge to fish it out of the closet. Surely, I had better things to do, I thought a month ago. By now I know I don’t. Most countries and some states are cut in their exact shape, no interlocking pieces. One careless forearm, one cat leap, and it all falls apart. You can see it may have been one landmass long ago, broken up by forces underground. What holds together is the ocean— it’s almost all ocean—one body of water, really, when seen from above. We rose up out of it once, grew legs, trekked across its ice to land, one land maybe, at the start. We do adapt when pressed, learn to keep it fluid. We find the qualities within us that can interlock. S. Robbins, April 23, 2020
Sherry Robbins 