The last patch of white
In March, I wanted to step up on my platform and broadcast loudly and enthusiastically about the “opportunities” the pandemic was showing us. Look at what we’re capable of! I wanted to shout. We’ve transformed entire industries in mere days! Imagine what else we can create together! But as I saw my close friends struggling to manage work-from-home situations with small children and both parents working, as case numbers and death counts grew worldwide, I realized my own sunny optimism was merely privilege, not positivity. Preaching about “possibility” in the midst of a pandemic was purely problematic. So I gave myself the snow as a timer. In mid-March in Kelowna there were still patches of snow on the ground. It could be seen in struggling huddles and almost-puddles in our backyard, camping out in the shade of the trees beyond us, on the hills in the near distance, and in the mountains on the far horizon. I said to myself, until the snow has completely disappeared, I will share nothin…
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