Whatever happens to me, to you, to my immediate family and to our global family of human beings around the world… What ever happens, we’re ok.
I don’t worry about sheltering my kids and comforting them during this pandemic. Rather, for me, I feel the most important thing I can do for my family is for me to remember where my compass points. Knowing this provides me with tremendous peace of mind because it means I can’t get lost for very long (except for when I leave my compass deep in my backpack rather than hanging around my neck where it belongs). But I can’t lose it. Even if I throw it into a lake, it will somehow mysteriously find its way back again, like magic.
Maybe that’s why I don’t like using the word crisis to describe this pandemic. Crisis, to me, means being out of control in a negative way. I like being out of control in a good way. Life is absolutely doing what it must and we are individually responding as we must, given our unique individual sets of experiences. Kind of out of control yet kind of not. Beyond that we have to trust this concept of life that touches every living and non-living thing in this world. We have to trust that it will continue, or not, as it must. And my kids will occasionally remember to read their compass; which to a certain extent simply means observing me.
So today, they climbed a tree in our backyard higher than they ever have before… and that is exceptionally ok.