Polylogos Association

We prop the phone up near the play kitchen her sister plays with here at home, and they “prepare meals” together, sometimes for as long as an hour.

Of course it is not easy, I never said that. I also miss hiking or going out with friends, to the mountains, but now I am patient. I find all kinds of fun activities to do around the house – I read, I watch movies or series that are appropriate for my age, I have even started to cook.

I wept when I saw the movie about the life of Wilberforce when it gets to the point where he starts singing Amazing Grace, raw and simple, with a shaky voice. For a long time that was, for me, the best rendition of the song.

From an emotional perspective, the last few weeks have been not easy for me. Being pulled away from my normal environment and placed in a different one, and being already very sensitive and overly aware of everything that goes on around me and inside of me – which has led to some low moments.

When I left on February the 7th, there were six cases of coronavirus in France. There were none in Argentina.

This year I gave up a few food groups for Lent and added in some spiritual practices, and as the situation has escalated, I have thought many times about how “perfect” the timing has been.

The Day Will Come, As the Day Surely Must

I discovered a new dynamic to life. I caught myself trying to plan ahead and control the dynamic of a season that allows for no such thing. I found that I had forgotten how to be still.

All through this, I feel fear, I feel overwhelmed many times; but I consider this to be normal. We are humans and what we feel defines our uniqueness as individuals.

The days merge into one another, workdays and weekends become one, morning and evening – all the same. My computer stays on the kitchen table, reminding me of all the tasks that are to be done, as soon as my breakfast has been devoured.