Sheltering with Newborn Eve

     With masks in place, Duane and I worked our way through airports that were like ghost towns and wiped down every surface we touched in planes. And despite some cancelled flights, we made it from Denver to Mobile, Alabama. Our quest: to meet Eve Juniper, our new granddaughter. Eve’s name means “life,” and juniper is a tree that flourishes in hard places while providing shelter for others.     
     We’re finding life and shelter here while staying with Eve’s parents along with her brother Oak. The family lives in a forest on an island off the coast. But even though we’re isolated from the mainland, stores are shut and social distancing is practiced. Even beaches are closed, and that is a great loss.     
     In the home here, it’s like the jambalaya that’s popular around here - that crazy mix of ingredients with the quiet of a newborn and the exuberance of a two-year-old. I just gave Eve a bottle, and Duane is outside with Oak listening to birds that struggled in their migration across the Gulf of Mexico to land here. We’ve migrated to this spot for awhile, too.     
     Wherever you are during this coronavirus madness, I hope you can establish a shelter from your hard times and a flourishing of life. It’s a time of restoration for the Earth and its inhabitants. And it’s Easter, after all.