the butterfly chrysalis of Covid-19
So we have stepped through the looking glass, we have gone through the viscous window of reality and come through to the other side. We are disoriented, exhausted, and covered in primordial goo. Is it a birth of some kind? Or a metamorphosis? A chrysalis of change and connection, and we are indeed in it together, and it is changing constantly.
All of humanity is connected through one biological truth of vulnerability, a virus, and it will take all of humanity to conquer it. Every soul will be remembered, and not forgotten, their names said every day and blessings of love sent to them as they ascend and we remain, mourning constantly and sending love and light.
I am of the mindset that there is form to the seemingly random patterns of existence, and that humanity is now facing a darkness that reflects it’s own actions on this planet, and our abusive dynamic with the Earth is ending. It is a difficult truth to face, and we must be patient with ourselves and others.
As I stand here peering through the looking glass, at the old world we all once knew, I sigh as I accept this as the only moment. There could be a million thoughts, or just one, and it all seems just as daunting. I fluctuate between feeling the world’s pain and feeling some focus or purpose or joy. I know in a concrete manner that I have light to share and love to shine, thought the details may still be faint silhouettes in the distance. I have full confidence like so much else in life, that things will become clear, so keep going, keep being, because that is the meaning of life.
The things that bring joy to me I will continue to bring to others. I may only be feeding my husband and our fur kids, but I hope to also feed your hearts with my words about making and baking, my images and adventures, and I promise to keep writing and sharing it all here, if you promise me you will keep moving forward, and laugh and dance and empower yourselves with knowledge and spirit. We are transforming into butterflies and must trust this chrysalis state, however strange it feels.
I am on a quest now, with this specific task, to lean into the focuses I had planned on doing for this blog in relation to our lives, with an emphasis on our extended interests. The timing of all of this resounds with me daily and amplifies my faith that it is the right direction. I will track the doings and projects of my husband Gabe and myself through this time of quarantining and social distancing in the era of Covid-19 here in the United States in the year 2020.
As two unemployed un-insured individuals, we are now more than ever, intent on building a new self-sufficient life in this new world. Our necessities in these strange days will be the mothers of our inventions and all of our creations and masterpieces. My making and baking adventures will also include outdoor skills, campfire cooking, and our venture to grow food so that we may thrive, ultimately finding our own land with our own home.
So my days at the food bank over the past few years have unknowingly blessed us beyond belief. Yes I am a Prepper and collecting lentils and beans has admittedly been a tendency of mine, one which has just proven itself to be very worth while when our world was faced with this pandemic.
My challenge, my quest now, is to make some of the best home cooked meals with frugal sensibility wrapped in creative limited conditions dusted with magic! Cans of chickpeas and bags of lentils, limited spices and fancy items, rationing materials and supplies, and of course leaning heavily into growing our own food!( I just made some dog treats for our dog Cheveyo with a can of chickpeas some carrots and bits of bacon! mm yum spoiled pup!- I will share pics and the recipe next time as I get back to it all !! secret awesomeness the liquid from the can replaces an egg !!)
The biggest challenge for me is mastering the art of canning and processing foods. It is my goal to grow food from seed (in Maine in a very short growing season!) and can and process as much as possible to begin building my self-sustainability skills with a proper food pantry to feed my family. I have a book of my mother’s that she gave me years ago all about canning and I have read much of it ( lots about botulism which is one of the scary elements of it !). I remember the pressure cooker on the stove top back when I was a kid, and my mother with the funnels and jars and the resourceful strength that she instilled in me with such things. In times like this I feel her lessons and sturdy-stock mentality more than ever and I keep it within everything I do.
Present circumstances absolutely beg me to finally learn to do this, to be self-reliant, and so here I go, through a looking glass of my own, bringing me closer to my ancestors and family and the core of what it means to make a home. I will go back to what most people knew how to do in this country just a hundred years ago, before the days of grocery stores, when gardens grew strong across the land and organic was the only way. I am ready to get back to being good to the Earth, and ourselves, to connect with the ways of our ancestors and the planet. May the butterflies we are becoming be as vibrant as the souls who have left us, may their spirits be in everything we do moving forward, for the sake of humanity let us do right and finally learn from the past, let us be good and be love.