By: Gabriela Yareliz
We are back at March. Back to the days when the world seemingly stopped last year, and we were paralyzed in a haze of fear, grief, uncertainty and confusion. But today, while we acknowledge that last March the world stopped and the month cheated us of our expectations, we approach the end of a circle. If we come full circle, is it time to start a new one? How exactly does that work…?
It was a wet weekend, here in NYC. Walking around in a deserted city with an umbrella, good food and my boyfriend made me feel so alive. There is something about a light rain, when it permeates your jacket and makes you feel damp and chilled, that makes you feel everything. I could feel the heaviness in my legs as we walked up a hill– it was the feeling of life. These simple things can make us feel so much when we are constantly numbed by emails, Zoom and digital interactions.
As I write this, I hear the sirens in the background, and the sky is gray. Typically, we get our worst snow storms in March, but I just don’t see it this year. We’ll see.
This weekend, I was listening to some speakers at PMC, and they were discussing phone etiquette. Remember that? It was a reminder of the days when people wouldn’t call after a certain hour, and they didn’t just think you were available all the time. It was also a time when you greeted people a certain way, and there were time limits around things. Remember when calling long distance cost you something? I had these little calling cards I would use to call my friends who were always far away because we kept moving. One of my major goals this spring is to disconnect a bit from the consuming phone world. I mean, obviously, I will still be around, but I also just want to take some old school time. I feel that the more digitally consumed we become, the less deeply we feel life. We are numbed by YouTube videos, apps and news articles. Yep, I still want to just sit on the ground in a kilt.
Am I the only one who feels a sense of nostalgia for the world Marcel Pagnol always took us back to? His books are my favorite to get lost in. Reading his books makes one feel like one fell asleep on a blanket in a field of red carnations, in some sort of a dream with birds as a soundtrack. How do we make life feel real again, during the workweek? During a pandemic? Were we just as numb before and only realizing it now?
I spent time online (the irony is not lost on me) looking at the blooming trees in the south. They announce spring is creeping up on us like it’s ready to break Narnia’s spell. I can’t help but think that the flowers sprinkle the ground with nature’s most luxurious carpet, welcoming us into a deeply felt life, if we’ll take the risk.