|Photo by Caroline J. Fernandes|
I've been thinking about writing this post the last few weeks, as my thoughts keep fermenting, as life continues to morph, into the unknown.
For now, I'd like to set aside the devastating health tragedies and sorrows, the crippling financial impact and Mister Agent Orange.
Just for a minute,
in this unprecedented time, as we try and move forward, without any answers or frame of reference for a pandemic.
Suddenly it feels as if the world is shrinking, this virus being the greatest unifier and equalizer ever. We are all in a shake down, living life upside-down, together.
But yet apart.
I love that we are more dependent on each other than we have ever been. As moral support, dropping food off at doorsteps, saving each other from the abyss of boredom. Not to mention the incredible sacrifices those on the front lines in the medical world are coming forth with.
Life is changing every day, asking all of us to do less, give more and live very differently.
Life is asking us to rethink and I find such beauty in this.
A good friend of mine shared, "We always want the situation to change, not realizing we were placed in it, so that we may change."
What a disorienting situation this is but there is so much that is being illuminated. So much that we are facing as individuals and as a collective, as we face this global crisis.
To evolve perhaps into a new way of being together?
What if we became curious with this alone time and had no mission other than to experience being? What might we find in the quietness, not just in the night, but now in our days?
What if a true purpose is found in this new space?
I believe this pause is filled with opportunity. Not the opportunity to get the taxes done or finish a book or master something, but the opportunity to get comfortable in our uncomfortableness. The opportunity to be without a path forward, for the first time in our lives.
All over the world people are slowing way down and reflecting.
To perhaps what truly matters.
I've been lying on my bed and just staring up at the ceiling some mornings. I actually became so still the other morning that I saw one of the lilies in a vase next to my bed, spring open. This I had never seen before, except in time-lapse photography.
So what does it all mean?
I don't know.
All I know is that there is some crazy good things going on in between all the heartache, personal struggles and anxiety.
Good things that we haven't been able to see and live nearly as well, until now.
People singing & playing instruments for each other across alley ways, skies less filled with gas fumes, wildlife benefiting, strangers giving their phone numbers to the elderly, so that they may have someone to call in need and the burst of art and creativity that is exploding everywhere.
All over the world people are looking at their neighbors and the people they pass on the street, in a new way.
In a new light.
Perhaps this is all as it is suppose to be.
Sending love your way,