Last night, as I was preparing to go to sleep, I worried of what I might dream about. We had decided to give ourselves a “COVID Break” that day and we walked 3 miles, worked in the yard, did foot baths and watched an epic film on the power of knowing and telling our story, as well as the power of dreaming. It was the movie ‘Australia'. This blog is not about that movie, but it got me thinking about the pandemic from a different angle. How are we telling the story of this time through the arts? How will we tell it later? What are we dreaming of right now? What parts of ourselves must we sing back to us if we lose them along the way in all of this?