“Now is not the time for posting pictures of fiddleheads on a Crate & Barrel plate,” I said to Jason rather haughtily yesterday afternoon. A man was murdered for buying cigarettes with a fake $20, the world is being ravaged by a deadly virus, and nearly half the global workforce is at risk of losing livelihoods; there is no place for green beans on pretty plates. No sooner had the words left my mouth, that I wanted to retract them. Or re-phrase them. Or suction the arrogance out of them, at least. One never knows what someone is going through, how they process things, how they cope, and really, who am I to judge? I am forever seeking out, and sharing beauty in an effort to uplift, to inspire, and at times, to escape. La Parachute is a love letter to beauty. Art, design, food, flowers. But in these challenging times, is it insensitive to wax lyrical about lilacs? To post pictures of your artfully plated dinner? This morning, the world responded, one black square after another. It was a relief. Quiet. Time to reflect. My blog is my studio, my study, my sanctuary. I’m not sure what I’ll write about tomorrow, or the day after that. But I will write.