Patty Mayeux Blog

I’ve been excavating for optimism. The sun rises every day. A tiny green shoot pushes through a crack in concrete, driven to thrive, against all odds. 

In the dark days of early pandemic, we had no clue the extent or damage to come. We soon realized it was bigger than any weather event, powerful country or medical advance. To a person we became sequestered in whatever space we inhabited that first day of lock down. My own space was private, secure and filled with any manner of engaging activities. Zoom became my best friend as I spent hours with writers and like-minded peeps on the screen. And here we are, once again meeting in 3D, face to face, and sharing the same fresh air.

Yet small but necessary gifts arose during those years of doubt and concern. A chair and table turned my small deck into a private coffee shop and a retrofitted supply closet became my writing space. I learned the value of connection, wherever I could find it. I dug more deeply into creative pursuits. Today I return to excavating, not knowing what I’ll find. I have faith a golden glimmer buried deep in the gloom will appear as the sun shines upon a seed of optimism, driven to thrive.