Adventure this year was delayed as you might expect.

As we have waited in this desert of quarantine, we find ourselves participating in “The Theater of the Absurd” involuntarily. Yes, that is a thing and Wikipedia defines it this way;

“This type of theater are plays which focus largely on ideas of existentialism and express what happens when human existence lacks meaning or purpose and communication breaks down. Where Logical construction and argument give way to irrational and illogical speech and to the ultimate conclusion—silence.”

It fits this year to a T. I just didn’t know that the absurd could be as real as this year has been. There are several of these plays and as you have so much time, take a moment to discover one. See which one fits your year of absurdity.

I relate to Samuel Beckett’s “ Waiting for Godot” where two bums are in a desert and wait for the man named Godot. Everyday, discussing if he will come today or tomorrow. I’ve felt like that this year. Always waiting for something/someone to appear – but it never does. Finding I have to make my own purpose while waiting.

So my focus has been on creating. Art glass, ceramics etc. and feeding on the close beauty of the mountains nearby. Waiting. Waiting on cures, politics, end of quarantine. The focus did seem to cycle around like a carousel, seeing the same animal again and again.

I’m satisfied that I’ve exercised my mind and body in ways I had not considered. It all turned into small moves, day by day, without expectations. Most days have been good, and I do find I can see joy in the small things in kindness of others, nature and achievements. I expect this will still continue for several more months.

I’ll be right here waiting, in the Theater of the Absurd.