It’s not good-bye 2020 but what was 2020?

January 31, 2020, Midnight beckoned me to the front porch of my fog blanketed salt marsh to witness the phantom booms and occasional splash of fireworks above the tree lines. For me? So typical of 2020–but not. My vision was not satisfied as much as my hearing. Like thunder, the firework explosions were North, then East, and probably if I ran within the geography of my house— South and West. But, I leaned against the white pillar of my front porch in Target flannel pajamas and searched the eastern horizons—silence between downtown Charleston and further to the Edge of America, Folly Beach. It reminded me of the social distancing echoed throughout the 2020 pandemic. Charleston became my home and heartbeat of a final community after roaming and uprooting during my parents’ US Navy journey. All the phantom booms recalled memories of my Charleston— 1964 and further sporadically. Flashed in my memory banks for a long slow stretch.

But in reality, 2020 stretched on, too many circles of political, medical or social uses of instant information and restrictions— not necessarily fact validated or able to be “normal.” Abnormal restrictions in my lifetime— I’m a porch talker not a texter. Fortunately, I enjoy the presence of my husband in my home and other friends that were released to be one on one as some boundaries relaxed. I strived to be aware of supporting something good for us all— including my wellbeing. But, a constant for me everyday. So, back to New Year’s Eve.

Should have been crowds of horn tooting, sparkly, boots, scarf fashions, and ball dropping opportunities. I put myself into a neutral gear, and sank into the efforts of my community to spur family hub, neighborhood, burg, country and city to talk to each other at the stroke of midnight with fireworks. Reminded, there was a boom— another symbol of cannon fire, inspiring our “Star Spangled Banner” words as they did my blog. It was lonely but hopeful, enlightening but grey, made me smile as tears threatened to spill over my eyelids mesmerized by the sensual underload. (Yes, underload)

For months, I reluctantly learned how to Zoom which rewarded me with deeper friendships across my country with authors sharing their backgrounds and stories connected vicariously and through Kathy L. Murphy and my muse, Shari Stauch. Fellow wordsmiths I briefly crossed paths in January in Jefferson, TX and Pulpwood Queens’ Weekend. But, now we were admiring each other’s journey, not ego. Quarantined or discovering ways to promote each other’s works and relating to someone’s tale?

Bottom line for me? 2020 was a year that reminded me of what it was like to grow up as a Baby Boomer— adaptive and resilient, hard and soft, patient and responsive and of all things— a community giver. The benefactor of our legacies who gave me a chance to follow the best of Free-will, free society with all the warts that were on it.

To receivers, I hope there was a way to give to someone struggling. Or alternatively, accepting the blessings of someone recognizing my need for a hug or a sincere word of encouragement? I was blessed to be a giver as well as a receiver. To my Maker, I pray I discerned those in need and thanks to all were encouragement for me to weather this Fog. Sorry to lose others that pulled away instead of finding the fulfillment of unconditional love.

Anyone relate, what a new chapter to our ever-changing stories! Love your self-growth moments! Hollywood took it well! The epiphany of in the moment?

6 thoughts on “It’s not good-bye 2020 but what was 2020?”

  1. So beautifully said. While 2020 was a horrible year on many levels, I found lots of peace within its angry walls. I learned to become centered and focus on all the positive things in my life. I learned to be grateful – for my friends and family, and for a grandson born in the mix who has had numerous doctor and hospital visits because of a compromised heart, yet still smiles with joy and laughs at the silliness his family offers. And, I’ve learned to carry hope, for without it our dreams have no wings.

    I pray 2021 brings you all that you hold dear in your world. Many blessings, Jackie

    1. We’ve been blessed to cross paths since Faulkner Words and Music in 2010 (?) and I’ve always wished we lived so much closer. Your beauty surpasses physical, to a golden heart, nurturer and caretaker’s soul. Obviously, revealed in your books and memoir. But, I was so blessed to meet you without all the accoutrements. I too, choose wings, even when clipped beyond my own small footprint. I will leave one for someone!

    1. Thank you.. not as smooth as I wanted but I was captured by the romantic melancholy of the entire scene between fog, rain, moonlight trying to find cracks in the rain clouds and optimism of the community to allow the fireworks to give voice that we are here even though not able to all be seen yet.

  2. Well said! Lots of fear, tears and joy in 2020. As with eye site measurement it is now clear to see how we all have taken so many things in our lives for granted.

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