It’s hard to know what that means. 

Some social/physical distancing and respecting people’s space. 

Wearing masks when you can’t physical distance. 

Not going out when you are sick. 

And I think very importantly don’t panic. 

You mail and packages should be fine. 

Your food should be fine. 

Just wash your hands. Respect each other and we can get through this further. 

I am just so tired.

And have been tired since this crisis ramped up.

I think it’s psychically and physically taxing.

Happy I can work at home, happy Lanna can too.

I hope we get through this an improved nation and world.

And that we can learn to be better to each other.

Especially those who are having a tough time.

We are too rich a nation for so many to be struggling.

For some not even to have shoes.

To have some with billions while others wait in mile long lines for food is totally insane.

We can and must do better.

Was reading one of my favorite poetry books today “Blue Horses” by Mary Oliver.

This one felt perfect for our current time.

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No matter what the world claims,

its wisdom always growing, so it’s said,

some things don’t alter with time:

the first kiss is a good example,

and the flighty sweetness of rhyme.

No matter what the world preaches 

spring unfolds in its appointed time,

the violets open and the roses,

snow in its hour builds its shining curves,

there’s the laughter of children at play,

and the wholesome sweetness of rhyme.

No matter what the world does,

some things don’t alter with time.

The first kiss, The first death.

The sorrowful sweetness of rhyme.

I am pretty lucky.
I am used to working from home.
I am able to work from home.
I have cats.
I have a partner.
But, there are so many people that aren't comfortable now.

Those that are alone. 
Those that speak in the language of touch.
Those who have to hide who they are. 
Those who can't express themselves.

We all have places that make us feel whole. 
Or need to.
And for me this is honestly home.
And my spiritual community. 
For others it could be so many other places that mean community.

A coffee house. 
A poetry reading.
A safe space.

Prayers to all those who miss their safe place. 
I see you.
It will be better again soon.

Just exhausted today.

Glad I made it through work.

Really enjoyed the first episode of the ESPN documentary “The Last Dance.”

I’ve been so tired the last month.