On this day in Stockholm, 1923, William B Yeats won the Nobel Prize for Literature.
What is it about the Irish and literature, not to mention their outsized emotions that drive creativity?
My Mother's family, the O'Connell's, was born in Ireland, County Kerry, and came right out of central casting including a priest, a doctor, a haberdasher, and a playwright.
They immigrated to the US in the early '20s where my Mother was born and raised 7 children. She had red hair, fair skin, freckles, and a temper that you would ignore at your own peril.
Why do I bring this up during this chaotic time in American history?
Because it's time to shift gears mentally and emotionally and take stock in ourselves and our backgrounds. Time to channel our unique talents toward positive ends and ignore the political detritus surrounding us.
We've gone through an unprecedented period of social, political, and medical upheaval that is bound to have influenced our sense of normalcy.
We keep reading about the "new normal" that's an oxymoron, normal is not new, it's old.
Normal evolves, it's history, it survives the test of time, trial, and error.
What we're living with today is disruptive and necessary but not normal, new, or otherwise.
We'll beat this pandemic, we'll do what we have to do, bear the inconvenience, the discomfort, and the lack of normal. We'll survive and return to what we know and love, to what's normal for each one of us.
Deo Volente!
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