Tethered. Home-bound. Anxious. Uncertain. I tramped the same path around the woods. Again and again. But I heard owls in the daytime and found sunshine in puddles. No lost job, no leaking roof, no fractious baby, no teenagers climbing the walls. No violent partner, no cancelled operation, no need for the food bank. No loved-one stricken with the rapacious virus. I’m one of the lucky ones. During the early months of the pandemic in 2020 when our movements were restricted and the future so very uncertain for all of us the world over, I felt unsettled and anxious, mentally paralysed, unable to work creatively. I gained relief from busying myself sewing scrubs for local health workers and enjoyed the feeling of connection arising from working with unknown others for others. Daily circular walks around the woods on my doorstep assumed a greater significance and there was a pleasure and security in taking the same path. My physical world had become smaller but as I engaged with the changing details of the plants, the trees, the light, the birdsong, I found a gradual expansion, a slow unfurling of knots in my mind.