19 March 2020
The jonquils in my yard have emerged, blooming like glory. I was struck while outside this morning, this first day of spring, with a kind of surreal awe at the beautiful constancy of this mother planet.
Even as we’re surrounded with fear or panic, which as a species we’ve seen again and again over millennia–famine, war, plague 😦 — even in the darkest days, there is the arrival of beauty.
Make art about what’s emerging.