A small art find in Montpelier above….
In my morning coffee and reading this morning, I read Tobin Anderson’s Guest Essay in The New York Times about the Black Plague, Covid, and working.
Working has been a steady source of conversation in our house for this past week for a complexity of reasons. As Anderson writes, human lives are caught up in the sweep of human history — at this particular time, a decidedly less fun moment in history. Nonetheless, our individual small lives matter. (See enchanting tiny landscape above, in the granite block.)
Given where we are right now, it’s worth paying attention to the chain of events that led, link by link, from pandemic to panic to bloody uprising.— M. T. Anderson
3 thoughts on “The Black Plague. Our Pandemic. Working Life.”
There is always something, and there always will be. We seldom feel like we are living and breathing history, but yet here we are right in the middle of it!
It’s certainly an interesting place to be….! Hello on this rainy February morning. 🙂
A warm, rainy morning! Smells like spring.