Like old times we attended a Thanksgiving service and Remembrance event for a young, family friend. Like new times we had our flamboyant masks firmly fixed on our faces.`
Like old times we sat in pews, listening to the amazing voices of the youthful choir. Like new times the whiff of hand sanitizer filled the air.
Like old times there was a reception after the service, colourful food, traditional music and dancing. Like new times we did not know what to expect when the service was over.
Like old times it was family and friends as usual. Like new times there was a bit of social distancing, ending up with louder conversations across tables.
The new times and old are slowly merging together, as our lives gently get back to ‘normal’ . We continue to thread carefully and be cautious of the unknown.
Still grateful for the small changes.
GIFTS 
How well you capture the “new times and old slowly merging together.” I’ve been thinking along these same lines… the organization of like old times/like new times is so poetic and such a lovely way to capture the celebration. And that focus on gratitude – ever important!
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I love the way you wove together the old ways and the new- it is such an interesting negotiation as we make way for new twists.
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I love your slice’s form, blending the old with the new, like weaving strands together. A colorful tapestry, opening up for all the world to see.
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We do seem to be inching our way back, Juliette. Don’t we? I believe the end result will be altered,
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