I've felt the overwhelming frustration of lockdown this weekend and the ambivalence of the city reopening (too soon?). A desire to mingle with people, get drunk on gin and laughter. To sit in the sun and feel it's healing warmth on my skin. Emotions I've

I've felt the overwhelming frustration of lockdown this weekend and the ambivalence of the city reopening (too soon?).

A desire to mingle with people, get drunk on gin and laughter. To sit in the sun and feel it's healing warmth on my skin.

Emotions I've denied and suppressed for 94 days, some for years if I'm honest, have bubbled to the surface and I've no choice but to own them. Learn to work through them and release them.

Then a few people have kind words, I see a photo of a baby clutching a blanket I made for her. A favourite podcast, Poetry Unbound, releases a new episode and Margaret Atwood's words wash over me.

"All bread must be broken
so it can be shared. Together
we eat this earth."
- All Bread by Margaret Atwood

Day 95 will be different ...