The days before the holidays/ Holidays march on as they all do. The tractor-pull of family gatherings gives over to the polarity of health and safety. Perhaps that dynamic has always been there for some. Now we have the ‘excuse’ of the plague to not visit the people we share blood with for a ritualized meal. A ritualized coming together that for some has never been safe. For some the ‘masks’ have always been present. Squinting eyes, forced smiles hiding the truth of feelings about being here, coming all this way, going to all this effort, cooking for days, back breaking efforts for the ungrateful.
Giving thanks during the plague.
Giving thanks during the plague.
Giving thanks during the plague.
The days before the holidays/ Holidays march on as they all do. The tractor-pull of family gatherings gives over to the polarity of health and safety. Perhaps that dynamic has always been there for some. Now we have the ‘excuse’ of the plague to not visit the people we share blood with for a ritualized meal. A ritualized coming together that for some has never been safe. For some the ‘masks’ have always been present. Squinting eyes, forced smiles hiding the truth of feelings about being here, coming all this way, going to all this effort, cooking for days, back breaking efforts for the ungrateful.