When I left for the Farmer’s Market yesterday morning, I felt depressed as I looked at the mountains ringing this valley and the beauty of the blue sky. Chicago will not give us these views if that is where we land (I keep saying, “if”. I am not ready to commit).
My depression was soon replaced by frustration due to the unsafe (this word is not really the word I want to be using here, but everything else sounded way too harsh) choices the other drivers were making. Tourism was high due to the beautiful weather and perhaps the Superbowl.
My frustration was replaced by disgust and anger as someone I have known for a long time expressed shock and fear at our choice to move to Chicago due to “the police not arresting anyone there any longer” and some words about the border and “all of those sanctuary cities”. When he said that last thing I stopped trying to have a meaningful conversation with him and walked away abruptly as he was in midsentence.
Then all I wanted to do was be in Chicago. It’s not that racists do not exist there, there are certainly plenty of them, but living in mostly white and wealthy Ojai is wearing on me. The lack of diversity and the ever-widening wealth gap so prominently on display here is not working for any of us, no matter what some with “white” skin want to believe.
I realized that I was all over the place emotionally as I was sawing apart the broken-down wicker chair that had sat in our yard for years. I originally had big plans for that chair, visions of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. However, Izzy, and then The Smurf, and then our landlord’s cats had other plans. As soon as I brought it home, it became the kitty chair, bequeathed to the next upon each one’s passing. The giant scratching post that Jon built will be the last physical thing to go that ties us to our sweet feline companions.
At some point yesterday I recalled that I really can not do anything about the circumstances around me, all I can do is choose how I respond to it all. Some days I am great at this and others not so much.
To respond honestly without bypassing or wallowing, it’s an art. I am still very much in art school.
The Aquarian energy is going to amp things up for us all this week, as Mars joins the Sun, Pluto, and Mercury there tonight after the moon was just new there as well. In case this is not enough for us all, on Friday, Venus will join the Aquarian party as well. Pluto is going to be dancing with Mars and Venus this week in Aquarius, and well, that thing I said above about responding to my circumstances and the people around me, I hope I remember it. I sense that this may be a week filled with triggers for us all.
How are you?? Drop me a comment below and let me know.
Maybe I am allergic to Aquarian energy! lol because my body has not been happy. Not long after I turned a corner with my sleep and nutrition my psoriasis has flared worse than ever, with severe burning and itch that wakes me up every night to fetch an ice pack that is the only thing to bring some relief. It’s been a torturous few weeks. I’ve been praying a lot, for help and relief. It’s pushed me to the bottom of my emotional barrel, but in this moment I am okay. I will try to apply your wisdom here as well - that I can’t control what is happening in my body (or even understand!) but I am getting better at responding. X
I hear you, that's for sure. I love your solution to end the conversation and walk away. I did a similar thing about two weeks ago when I heard the red flag language of a conspiracy believer. It really affects me. What a time we are in. How dare anyone tell you where you should or shouldn't move to. I love this group that you have created. It's a place where I feel validated and sane. This last week was the 52nd anniversary of my Mother dying and would have been my brother's 60. Tears still well up. I'm okay. I am full of gratitude actually. Love to you and all.