Ripples. So many to count and so many to meet for the first time when we re-emerge into the world awaiting.
While every family, community, and nation is at a different stage of this experience, our sense is we are collectively finding that some of these ripples carry unanticipated joy, learning, and connection.
Video calls with old friends. Digital board games with Grandmas. Dinner rituals that require no new ingredients aside from extreme, even uncomfortable, presence.
Some ripples, obviously, already dig deep. Offer pain. Present loss. Demand sacrifice.
It's all part of this experience. The learning and the loss.
Where ever you find yourself this weekend, don't forget to stop and smell the ripples in your pond.
And remember, if we all do our part, we hope to re-open on May 1, in some form or another.
Thanks, Andi Woolley, for this perfectly captured lesson just a few days before we closed our doors.