I read that we no longer need to say we “shelter in place”. Instead, we can say, “I’m an artist-in-residence”.  I feel the freedom in that loving and creative new slant.

I listen to birds singing as a lone raccoon climbs up the trunk of a tree, ready to sleep in the day as I wake.

Jane Hirshfield, one of my favorite poets, was asked to write a poem about “sheltering in place”.  Perhaps we can each do the same.

Here’s her poem, “Today, When I Could Do Nothing”. https://datebook.sfchronicle.com/books/a-poem-about-finding-life-while-we-shelter-in-place