Poems, stories, and reflections, written by faculty, staff, and volunteers currently serving in the Village.
“What’s comin will come, and we’ll meet when it does” - Hagrid
You know when you call a family member looking for reassurance, and end up feeling much worse than before?
Yeah, that happened a few nights ago. See, my dad “doesn’t believe in sugarcoating things.” Me, I like sugar. A lot.
He had some hot takes about this virus that honestly scared me: dramatic economic upheaval and deep-seated societal wounds that take lifetimes to heal. And so I took a moment to soak in what it would mean if things got really bad. Radically altering the world bad. And as I held that possibility, I realized it was just as real and also as much a fantasy as my positive affirmations. The future is a tangled ball of yarn that will weave itself into a pattern that will eventually seem inevitable, but in the present moment is impossible to guess. And as I realized this, my tension seemed to ease. I don’t need to predict the future, and I don’t need to put a positive spin on everything. I just have let the world spin madly on, and meet whatever comes down the road with dignity. And, if it comes to it, lots of sugar.
Becca Carcaterra is Human Resources Assistant at Holden Village. This column was originally published on March 22, 2020 in a daily newsletter, "The Quarantine Quarter," which is compiled by various staff members and sent to all Villagers.