I’m by the sea in Monterey listening to and watching the movement of tides. Sea otters float up and down in their wraps of kelp. Some are mothers with babies on their tummy laps, rocking lullabies, up and down, in and out. Seals and gulls bellow and squawk, while Cormorants regally float and watch.
Reading the news, I rock up and down, rhythmic with the tides and waves.
When I look down into the circles and spirals of waves interacting with land, moving in and out, I see what Van Gogh saw when looking at air. Beauty is everywhere, and this virus taps us to wake and know we live in movement and exchange.