I’m leaning heavily towards avoidance on this, the final day of the Slice of Life Challenge. Why is that?
Could it be that I’m not quite ready for it all to end?
That I’m not quite ready to let go of this wonderful haven of support and camaraderie from one day to the next.
Just now when it feels like I’ve got my writing stamina back. I mean, I’ve been writing every day for a month now. And I commented on at least 4 blogs every day. No kidding!
I completed the challenge, although it feels like the real challenge is just beginning.
Let me see if a poem can close this out.
The Year of March
That time when March was a whole year…remember
“the lost semester” we called it.
I was there and you were too.
Everyone at a distance
although we were slow to learn.
The year that was March
31 days that seemed to go on without end
when we wrote like there was no tomorrow.
Remember, then, how we recovered
how long it took until we found not the way back
but chose a different path
One that held space for everyone who needed it
A path that afforded more humanity and care
than we had seen in centuries.
That was us, you remember.
We did that.