A world that has stopped turning madly,

where the only people who have to hurry now,

are the doctors and nurses

Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing

Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making

Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load

Day in and day out, who knows

Friends or enemies, it doesn’t matter anymore

Immigrants or nationalists,

Activists or silent warriors,

CEO, “bossbabe” or wanderer of life

What the hell is the difference anyway?

Winners or losers,

Kings or peasants,

Black or white,

Left, middle or right,

We all have hopes and fears

We have hearts that will break at some point

We have life and life is fragile as hell

No exceptions

We are unadorned and free

This is our new reality

Country’s borders no longer relevant

The place of our baby crib

No prerogative

We’re going through changes

We’re going through fear, making space

for creativity, alertness and aliveness

Rediscovering nature’s comfort and strength

She’s willing to give so much

And it’s up to us to receive her gifts

These are the foundations we must build on,

not to destroy

We’re going through changes right now

From “doing” to “being”

From a rushing world to a world standing still

Alone in our homes

We’re going through the discomfort and loneliness

to connection and togetherness

Status. Success. Money on the bank. Belongings.

It feels secure. It’s fun. But it’s not all

What about starting community-gardens

Growing our own food

Making connections with local farmers

Becoming self-sustainable

Building communities

Because we can’t do it all on our own

A new security, a new validation, a new appreciation has born

There’s a new embracing of those who have always been there

There’s a shift in the world going on

It exposes our vulnerability, our weak systems and stupidities

It evokes compassion and creativity

It brings strong, helping hands, because we can’t do it all on our own

It’s a time of utter chaos and many of us are rowing through this stormy river with fear in their hearts

Maybe each of us can find some meaning in all of this

Maybe we learn to be alone, to gain strength from the simple things around us

Maybe even we find joy in the things we do

Maybe finally we get some rest

Maybe

Image by Lélie Lesage/Unsplash. Submitted for United Nations Global Call Out To Creatives – help stop the spread of COVID-19.