The pandemic brought me to my knees. I am a single mother with my son in my care 80% of the time. With no school or childcare, without the supplemental income from my nannying gigs which were cancelled as the world shut down, within our apartment I began to panic with my general anxiety going through the roof.
Focusing on the wellbeing of my child I found the strength and courage to get us better positioned to ride out the 2020-21 school year by moving from Columbia City, Seattle, to Camano Island. Here I've found my footing, my child has begun to thrive again, and the cogs & wheels of this little business of mine slowly started turning again.
The Camano Arts Association here on the island has introduced me to the creative support network I needed- other artists, some with children. The Cama Beach Foundation has also provided manifold opportunities to immediately be involved in our new community. My son's 5th grade school teacher became a good friend, welcoming us to visit her home on a blueberry farm where her own 5 children run amok. Though we have to make an effort to see any of these people in our rural area, a sense of peaceful solitude has over-ridden loneliness.
Gus roaming Port Susan at low tide in June
I'm standing once again, in fact leaping with joy in anticipation of what will come to be in the months ahead. I hope very much that you, too, have your feet underneath you on solid ground.