When I labor, it's an intimate, powerful experience with my baby, my body, and my God. I recall laboring with my 3rd baby through the night of my daughter's 13th birthday. I drove a van full of teens to the bowling alley and a friend retrieved them so I could participate in laboring.
My then teenage children invited friends to the birth and at after finishing a contraction, deep in my "zone", I raised my head to assess the room...who's here? everyone okay? we're all good?
At the end of my bed there were four 15 and 16 year old boys. When I saw them, I simply put my head back down and opted not to try connect with them...but rather return to where I could "do my work well".
The point of this share is to say that in this pandemic, I have respected my Land of Lisa (where I can engage well with my responsibilities and my people) and while periodically raising my head to view the changes taking place in the world, to stay informed, learn about what's going on and to make best choices for my work, myself, and my tribe.
...and yet respecting my need to "do my work well"; I return to "my world", my contraction where I can participate.
Maybe this imagery is helpful for you too...I'm interested in your thoughts.