And the people stayed home.

And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.

And listened more deeply.

Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows.

And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed.

And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed,

and the people joined together again,

they grieved their losses,

and made new choices,

and dreamed new images,

and created new ways to live

and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.

You may have already seen this poem, but it may be worth reading again. It resonates so much with my last four weeks.

I have learned to listen more deeply. We have reconnected with extended family and left past hurts in the past. We have learned about our carbon footprint and tried to do right by offsetting our impact on the earth.

In our #mobilebiosphere, our family has created a new way to live. It’s not forever, but we will forever be changed by this experience. More love. Walls down. Real, authentic, trusting.

If you’re interested, read more about the poet here.