The sun shines into this basement in the mornings - just slipping in across the kitchen table. P and L are sitting there doing some stuff with fimo. The Indigo Girls are singing in the corner. So far this morning, children have read, written, calculated, played in the street, chatted, made food and drink - lived and learned. So have I. I will just keep doing this, whatever the govt decrees.
In the end, we will have to have the courage of our convictions, but that's nothing new is it? Haven't we all done this many a time? Amy Ray says this in the song I'm listening to now,
"Here's what I find about compromise - don't do it if it hurts inside,
cause either way you're screwed,
eventually you'll find you may as well feel good: you may as well have some pride."
I think most people know that if they'd stuck to just the approved paths in life they'd have missed out a hell of a lot of living. I know I would.