The Chrysalis

Dear friends.

So here we are. Three weeks into the strangest reality that any us will have ever experienced. Some of you will be OK, and some you won't be. I am sending love to all of you.

Personally, I have decided to rename this whole experience 'the Chrysalis'. Because, one way or another, we will all be changed by it. And while not everyone will have the luxury of time and space that can be filled with reading, contemplation and personal development, we will all be asked to turn inward – if not spiritually, then certainly physically.

I tend to associate this 'inward', dreaming kind of being as more of a winter thing. So it seems garishly at odds to wander through the blooming, empty countryside, and to feel warm sun on my skin and watch butterflies flit past, without the usual sense of reawakening and community that comes with spring. Without the drive to 'put the pedal to the metal' – to rev things up and get going. Nature bustles on without us.

Instead, we humans have been suspended in a surreal, almost trance-like ambience, where the hours slip by like treacle.

I know that right now, things can be hard, scary and stressful. But transformation is often not easy. Day by day, we can find ways to move things forward until we are ready to join those butterflies in the fields. Maybe have a think about what kind of wings you'd like to have.