Who knows what day it is?

What week of the year, or month?

Is it still 2020??

These questions are part-facetious, part-serious. WHO KNOWS AND CAN THEY TELL ME.

Today — well it was a day — and it was another one of those really challenging parenting days. Specifically the morning. BECAUSE WE’RE STILL HOMESCHOOLING WHICH IS RIDICULOUSLY DIFFICULT.

My daughter, goddess-bless-her, has decreased her threshold of online attention from 60 minutes to 20 (at best). Who can blame her? No blame to be had, anyhow. I mean, blame would be the easy way out, but the punchline is that there IS NO WAY OUT.

I sit in the ‘quiet’ office room “A” for today; soft music playing on my computer, the hum of the dryer in the room adjacent, stompings of dog and kiddo feet above me, and the whirr of lawnmowers mowing outside.

Earlier today it was office room “B” in our master bed, propped up pillows and comforters for the ultimate makeshift desk and a lone sconce turned on for daylight support.

I think there’s office “C” somewhere, but I haven’t found it.

What’s your quarantine situation? Do you want to share? How can I help?

Thus, the nature of psychotherapy in telemedicinal times. My collective grief and struggle and endurance in this marathon is more similar to my clients perhaps than ever before. I’ve shared sentiments at times with other thirty-somethings in the “where were you when 9/11 happened?” kind of way as I suspect my parents’ generations ask of one another about JFK and MLK, Jr.

Meanwhile, my daughter can also tell all about Lincoln’s assassination like she was living in the late 1800s. SCHOOL.

What do we take from all of this? The NOT KNOWING BUT DYING TO KNOW dualities.

That wonderment in itself is the ultimate paradox.

A few clients have been seeking some reflection prompts, and I’ve shared a mix of what I read from others, have joined in writing (thanks Molly Caro May), and felt earnestly from a visceral, soulful tether in my body.

HOW DOES YOUR BODY WHISPER?

How has your body been screaming?

Are you paying mind or attention? Is there tension?

Is life requesting you effort greatly or can you effort-less?

Here. Still. WITH YOU. Always.