COVID-esque but different
March, April, May … 2020. Remember what it was like? The surreality of all. The world as we had known it, shut down. Suddenly, dramatically and romantically scary. Then as we emerged there was talk of the new normal. The once in a lifetime opportunity to re-set our lifestyles to prioritise the important stuff. The technology enabled catapulting of working from home. The rediscovering of connections: with our food, our neighbours and ourselves as we bunkered down. At least for those who were lucky enough to have safe and relationally stable homes. And then it happened. We pretty much bounced back to the old normal. Left to our own volition, perhaps it was inevitable. There were prophets of connection among us, who by telling their own stories, advocated for a new, slower, more centred normal that courageously turned a back on the necessary and addictive busyness of the growth economy and the well worn path on the hamster machine. They have always been there of course, but they bourgeone...
