salary perhaps did not have the length and breadth of those school-year vacations, but they did have a rhythm that marked work and rest, too. Coffee breaks, lunch breaks, birthday celebrations, all helped to create a pattern demarking the periods of time that belonged to another and that belonged to ourselves. Throughout the year, springing up like jewels released only by time, stat holidays and vacation days gleamed on our calendar. Although many of us greedily grasped stat holidays to work and earn double-pay, and vacations days were meager, they still stood as days that were different and distinct from the days making up the weeks that marched on in uniform consistency. Milestones, perhaps smaller than our school year events, rippled the surface on that stream of days giving us a sense of cycle and a turning of seasons.
gown with yet another funny hat.
kids to experience the pause, refreshment, change of pace. But we are exhausted. It is not unusual to witness eager rising stars turn into cynics and energetic care givers burn out and exit their profession.
herbs, flowers, and trees in early spring during our stay at home directives was spectacular, causing my parish secretary to quip, “There’s going to be a ton of zucchini being passed around to neighbors this summer!” Similarly, the artistic creativity of musicians and visual artists has been stunning. The virtual choirs and orchestras have been heart-deep inspiring. Reading and music have returned to many homes across the nations that had forgotten the simple patterns of story and song. So did direct kindness and checking in on neighbors. We learned as a nation to say, 'thank you,' to our essential service workers. Many of us actually witnessed more sunrises and sunsets than we have in years. I mean, literally took time to watch, truly saw with our beings the cycle of the day.