“We are put on earth a little space that we may learn
to bear the beams of love.” William Blake

This phrase kept running through my mind as Rogues
discussed the writing prompt for that evening. Something
like what could we let go of that would allow ourselves
to find our inner ethic and live differently—

To reverse extinctions in our minds. What is there in this
beloved statement to give up? Who is it that put us on
this earth if we all simply belong to the earth? That
Being could be Spirit working together with earth.

Do we actually need to learn to take responsibility to love
others? Or is it innate in our natural understanding that
we belong to the earth and all sentient beings belong, the
same as breathing?

Is loving a kind of work with physical ramifications,
including actually holding onto the rays of the sun—
metaphorically as well as emotionally? There is so
much to let go of in this realm of Queen Corona.

The giving up of companionship in the dedication to
isolation has come over me without as much as a
question mark. The space that has been left to us in
sheltering in place was again a kind of possession ritual.

The loss of habitual hangouts came over us unexpectedly.
Obsession with transportation was let go without a whimper.
Cars, boats, planes were rendered irrelevant by the order to
stay at home.

The result of an epidemic is uncertainty to the max.
Letting go of anything our earthly mother might need—
parallel to bearing the beams of love? Is letting go
intentional, or is it a force of nature?

With Queen Corona’s help, we are immersed in the
lives of trees, animals, minerals, stones, plants,
insects, reptiles, blossoms. We are at the mercy of
the elements, together with other beings,

As we observe and let go of multitudes in the continuous
dance of the sixth extinction. We, who are held in parlors
of our so-called possessions, are drawn outdoors by
the landscape of many more who belong to the earth.

We were born to witness the return of butterflies, birds,
rats, rabbits, pumas, coyotes, opossums. The idea
that we have participated in self-sacrifice
during these times is a misconception.

We may have let go, but we are not lost. Love and beauty
cannot be let go, nor can those humans who died
in the virus— not those sentient species who died
in the extinction.

Letting go of aspects of our democracy and all of our
racism could occur simultaneously. Mother Earth has
positioned us to witness it all with love and beauty at our side.