Possibly a Pivot?

So says Nix, seems to be a theme of the pandemic response.  Transformed, reimagined, whatever word you choose the sentiment is the same.  Back at Banook and going to try a bit of meditation.  There are flies, a kid splashing, and the whoosh-hum of the highway traffic.  That’s fair enough, the mind will not be cloudless either...  the skin hangs on the body like used carpet, ready to be torn-up.  Use the next few weeks to do it.  Europe is ready to “risk it all” to open.  So am I.

As the little girl’s t-shirt advises, “I think you should go for it.”

The pandemic making you confront your life, the delays and the indecision, the waiting and the worrying, the plodding and shuffling.  Even as you do great things to stay occupied, the

I think what I’m learning is that it is not non-fiction I should be writing at all, but a mixture or concoction.  So as not to be a slave to fact.  I don’t know.