March 18th, 2020

Art, theatre, and books speaking out in a real way on the state of abstract societies built on capitalism ready to plummet at any time; they never got seen read or heard. Many were ridiculed and more and more seats became empty. Netflix and Instagram skyrocketed with views as many chose to "stay home"...and now...Well, some of us knew we were on the brink. Mother nature sweeps. And we should listen. When life returns for us, old patterns, value systems and ways of life can not be unpacked.

                                        - Jenny Fitzpatrick 

March 19th, 2020

Uncertainty.  A crippling reality for all.  I'm not comfortable making plans or promises with so many variables out of my control.  I've never felt less free, less alive, less like me.   Bravery must lift my wings, my chin held high, dirt on face, then spit, and leap into the unknown.

                                       - Jenny Fitzpatrick

March 20th, 2020

DETOX. 

                                       -Jenny Fitzpatrick

March 21st, 2020

If you're looking for inspiration, look within. If you're looking for what you should do next, look within. Searching for more ways to keep your hands busy will only tether them to more meaningless material.  You will have a spark or a thought and allow it to lead you.  Just start doing and you'll continue doing.  Our anxiety ridden culture obsessed with productivity and consumption will lead you to think you need to be producing so they can consume.  Don't feed them.  Feed yourself.  Cook, clean, love, read, think, and sleep.  Those are your spirit's greatest joys.  It's truly all you need.  You're in detox.  Ask an addict what it feels like to walk away from their drug. They will tell you it's an unbearable, uncomfortable, and isolating moment in time (That's putting it nicely).  And, then it becomes a way of life.  Everyday protecting yourself, everyday making better choices, everyday confronting what you "want to do" and then choosing "what you should do."   Our addiction to constantly searching for the next thing, our addiction to comparing ourselves to others, to consuming someone's every ridiculous breath and trying to make it our own, to pushing the capable to a place of destruction because we can tell lies without accountability. All of the culture surrounding our social media obsession, our celebrity fixation, our broken value systems both societal and singular, and the family now broken with gaping holes, space miles wide, and distanced beyond repair has led us to chase our tail at home without any knowledge to bring us peace. Our addiction to the old noise hit it's wall. SPLAT! and down the wall like egg yolk it runs. A quiet decent to the ground. The silence will tease you, shove your nose to the ground and make you beg for chaos.  Good luck.  

                                        - Jenny Fitzpatrick

March 22nd, 2020

I am so unbelievably grateful for the sun.

                                       - Jenny Fitzpatrick

March 23rd, 2020

I am so unbelievably grateful for Fitzpatrick farmland.

March 24th, 2020

The wave of mental illness moves with us.  Very, very sick people making decisions.  Not only do we deal with a virus sweeping our world, but the war against mental illness is being lost at the top.  Just as serious.  Clearly the most dangerous.  

March 25th, 2020

So much sunshine today. I think I smiled at least 10 times. Wore a catcher's mask while catching baseball pitches from my son.  Felt good to play baseball again.  My knees sort of disagree, but nonetheless.  And, found my dancing wings a bit this evening just the golden hour.  Blackbird's favorite hour. 

March 26th, 2020

No exposure to social media today.  That felt amazing.  I love not knowing where my phone is while playing, working, and thinking all day.

March 27th, 2020

Students sent videos to me today.  Found tears rolling down my cheeks.  I knew I needed to see them dancing, but I had no idea how truly proud, hopelessly sad, and nostalgic I am for my birdies.  Hoping my book brings my troubled eyes some sand for sleeping and blissful dreams. 

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