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Dear Friday,

I turn on my computer to see there has been another mass shooting in the States.

I turn on the TV and see a news special about all the people falling into poverty because of lost jobs during the pandemic.

I hear about health systems in Brazil collapsing and the young not being spared.

Was life always like this? Were we just protected by youth, as I protect my children so that their worlds are insects and dance parties and pen pals?

I am dizzy with all of it. I find I don't look up much anymore. If it's not art, it's bug exploring, reading. I keep going down deeper within, hoping that when I look back up I will see real faces again.

Or is this what life always was? Is this grown up life?

My mother had the Vietnam war. My grandfather WW2.

Syrians are still at war. Ethopia is falling apart. Malaria is becoming resistant to drugs.

And yet....

Even if this is what life always was I am happy to be an adult and bare witness.

I am in awe of the health care workers around the world on the front lines of this pandemic.

Sunsets are so much sweeter.

Stillness has become medicine.

And there's always a beautiful glass of wine waiting.



Hi Sabrina, Love this photo, I know it's a year plus old. I take a lot of photos and I like to capture single or very small groups of flowers.

Take care,



Karen Riekert
Karen Riekert
Apr 18, 2021

Hi Sabrina, I'm catching up on your blog. I love this post, very beautifully written, and I find I often feel much the same as you .. I hope your husband is safe in Ethiopia, and you're holding up in the stricter Kenyan regulations.. wishing you a peaceful week in your corner of Africa x


Pedro Ferreira
Pedro Ferreira
Apr 16, 2021

I think to some extent life has always had huge difficulties whether it's the Iraq War, what was going on with Bosnia in the 90's or the 1993 LA riots. I feel though that we never had social media back then to express ourselves to the point where more people can take notice. The pandemic however as it's worldwide has indeed made life worse.

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