Times like right now bring mixed feelings. On the one hand I worry about the many people who are struggling to survive either from lack of food or from the virus. But it also reminds me of the distant past and the ways people coped with things like this. People like the Roosevelts.
Or maybe I’m actually combining the Roosevelts with the Congdon family of Minnesota in my mind to create one romanticized ideal. Back before antibiotics were even invented they lived graciously on sprawling estates. But not the kind that we see in today’s modern architecture. Please don’t let that offend you if you have a contemporary estate with all the up-to-date trimmings.
But, these places were made of brick. They were heavy. They were frightening. Yet because of this evoked feelings of both bravery and comfort.
People died in those houses too of course, although they were usually prepared for it. Still, considering how easy death was back then to stumble upon, it’s not a coincidence that they often avoided it. They understood the value of privacy, decorum and nature. “Social distancing” was chic by necessity back then as well.
I really hope we learn from this time in history… I hope we learn to be compassionate in effective ways to those who deserve compassion. And I hope we learn how to appreciate a slower and more private life. Less quick travel and more extended journeys. Less noise and more singing. Reading. Gardening. Letting Earth heal.
Those are just some random dreamy thoughts…