The days pass more slowly, and a sensation that can only be described as surreal permeates each moment. This is a time of pandemic.
The paucity of tasks, activities, diversions, and obligations feels both a blessing and an unfamiliar curse. Obligations have been pushed aside and timeframes shuffled. I find myself in a pattern of activity different from the past.
My mosaic practice has grown more meditative. Each day I am able to spend an hour - or maybe two - in the studio. This is my quiet place, a place of refuge where I am my most authentic self. Hands, heart, and mind work together to shape things of beauty; things that have a message to convey. At times I listen to soft music, but often I listen only to the quiet of my mind.
