I’m afraid this contravenes the rules. It was taken the weekend before Christmas but only sent to me and cropped and generated thoughts that relate to this day and this period of time

I was supposed to be spending this bank holiday weekend celebrating the first birthday of this little one.
Instead in the ways that we have become all so familiar with, all so quickly, we had a zoom meeting across four countries and three languages, all blowing out one candle from across the hemispheres. I wonder if there will be tsunami somewhere sometime.

This time is still generating an incoherence of thoughts and feelings that I still find difficult to articulate, or bring into the world from elsewhere.

Today those thoughts and feelings were around noticing...
Noticing the improved sense of robustness around an event like this that I would have dreaded and avoided before now.
Noticing the very pronounced ‘cutting off’ as a virtual meeting ends and silence is so much more instantaneous.
Noticing the perpetual pain of not ...
... or disconnect (it’s hard to be clear ... they blend) but not, mother, not own family, not fully, not ... (more probably but I’ve got to get on with some work ....)

There is more in here too about touch and connect/disconnect (and by co-incidence that came up, all too briefly on Newsnight last night ...writing this up on the morning of 24 April).