Time. Something that seems to come up in many conversations in these strange days — a sharing of what we are doing individually or collectively with our reshaped hours. My hope is that while we wait for whatever was our previous normal to re-offer itself, we give our deepest being a chance to speak, to experiment, to dream and drift into imagining what we really want to be doing with ‘our one wild and precious life’ as poet Mary Oliver names it. So for those of us lucky enough to have this time — albeit washed with worry for the world situation — may it be an opportunity for focused thought about who we really are underneath any labels we may have accumulated, and who we wish to evolve to be, or continue to be, in the days to come. Maybe then we will understand what a gift has fallen into our laps. Take your time. There is no rush.