I'm trying not to think about it, honestly. Because other than that I'm already doing what I can to get out of the country, there's nothing else I can do, not when I have to give all of my focus to this work that I've contracted with the Universe to put into the world. I'm trying to trust that I'm part of a plan even if I don't know what the plan is.
It's hard not to feel that I will look back and see this time period as the last month of the Before Times, and not in a good way. And of course, the impacts of this will not stop at the border. There is nowhere to completely "get away."
I have no illusions at all that there will be good things in this political situation. It's more about holding space that my call to do this work is part of a larger plan that I don't see.
I too am trying not to think about it. I don’t know what to call what I am doing, but it is what I have to do to move forward with any spark of warm-heartedness and to be able to put one foot in front of the other.
I also feel like my body is made up of cookies and cheese and chocolate and a bit of alcohol, but am not ready to swear any of them off just yet.
It feels a bit like these are days out of time and I am enjoying that and doing some dreaming about how love might show up in the days to come. ❤️🦋💓
I've always loved the liminal week between Christmas and New Year's for just that reason -- it's unique in the calendar in our culture, the only space exactly like it. Not tied to a specific holiday or specific expectations, just this space where nothing happens and the rules of the world seem a bit suspended.
This year, it feels that way, too, but of course, there's an ominousness to it that I've not experienced before, not even in 2016 (when I was walking the Camino and in a whole other kind of liminal space).
It helps -- and is also feels oddly absurd -- that I'm writing a long-form podcast about love.
That means twice in one month we get to see a phenomenal night sky, alive with the magic of New Mexico clear high elevation air alive with twinkling stars!! Now that I have a new eyeglass prescription, I am excited to see what I see.
A dear friend who passed away, was the keeper of reminding us of each new moon. His husband tries to keep up.. I'll call him tonight and we will talk about Alex ( the deceased).
I am reminded to pray each morning, prayers of kindness and love and to be living in the world I want to live in. This is heightened by our political situation, but not too different than what I've been doing for years. I hope your new moon magic dinner is full of love and good eats!
I'm trying not to think about it, honestly. Because other than that I'm already doing what I can to get out of the country, there's nothing else I can do, not when I have to give all of my focus to this work that I've contracted with the Universe to put into the world. I'm trying to trust that I'm part of a plan even if I don't know what the plan is.
It's hard not to feel that I will look back and see this time period as the last month of the Before Times, and not in a good way. And of course, the impacts of this will not stop at the border. There is nowhere to completely "get away."
Yeah, can relate.
I also still have this ability to hold the "anything is possible" idea in my consciousness which includes all good things.
I have no illusions at all that there will be good things in this political situation. It's more about holding space that my call to do this work is part of a larger plan that I don't see.
I agree that this political situation is not in the good category at all. Yet, I still feel good out there in other ways.
I too am trying not to think about it. I don’t know what to call what I am doing, but it is what I have to do to move forward with any spark of warm-heartedness and to be able to put one foot in front of the other.
I also feel like my body is made up of cookies and cheese and chocolate and a bit of alcohol, but am not ready to swear any of them off just yet.
It feels a bit like these are days out of time and I am enjoying that and doing some dreaming about how love might show up in the days to come. ❤️🦋💓
I've always loved the liminal week between Christmas and New Year's for just that reason -- it's unique in the calendar in our culture, the only space exactly like it. Not tied to a specific holiday or specific expectations, just this space where nothing happens and the rules of the world seem a bit suspended.
This year, it feels that way, too, but of course, there's an ominousness to it that I've not experienced before, not even in 2016 (when I was walking the Camino and in a whole other kind of liminal space).
It helps -- and is also feels oddly absurd -- that I'm writing a long-form podcast about love.
So beautiful.
Yes, I feel this too about these days being out of time.
That means twice in one month we get to see a phenomenal night sky, alive with the magic of New Mexico clear high elevation air alive with twinkling stars!! Now that I have a new eyeglass prescription, I am excited to see what I see.
A dear friend who passed away, was the keeper of reminding us of each new moon. His husband tries to keep up.. I'll call him tonight and we will talk about Alex ( the deceased).
I am reminded to pray each morning, prayers of kindness and love and to be living in the world I want to live in. This is heightened by our political situation, but not too different than what I've been doing for years. I hope your new moon magic dinner is full of love and good eats!
Thank you, Susan. I can see your night sky from here.
I pushed our collaborative dinner to tomorrow night.
Tonight it was just Jon, the dogs, and me, which was lovely as well.