These last two or three days have been challenging in a way that I guess none of us expected when vaccines were rolled out. I feel like I'm on the observation deck of a tourist train, watching the lefthand track curve off to the left and the righthand track curve to the right, and the train itself about to derail completely. There's such a disconnect between the pandemic news/warnings and the millions of people shopping in stores, going to football games, and traveling in airplanes, trains, buses and cars. What is real? What is "safe"?
There are so many questions out there, a cacophony of queries. And yet, in my mind, there is only one: what has humanity's relationship been with Nature/Gaia/Mother Earth/the Goddess? Human ingenuity is extraordinary, but our efforts are unsustainable if we keep Her out of the equation.
More and more, I see life as a single powerful river of love. Think of the biggest, most roiling river you know of, and imagine that water being the loving, enthusiastic, all-powerful life force. When we don't actively work with nature, perhaps it is the equivalent of building a dam, a blockage of what is naturally trying to happen. Eventually, water breaks through dams. It isn't angry, it isn't getting back on the people who built the dam, it is just stronger than anything we humans have the capacity to build. Right now, nature is breaking through our carefully-constructed world. Somehow, the culture at large didn't expect it.
One of the hardest things to remember, even for me, is that there is no such thing as death. Humans often make dramatic departures from our physical planet to other realms, but that isn't "death". It's the continuation of life in another form. In coming years as earth rocks and rolls and tries to regain a sustainable energy flow, the key will be moving with the river of love as much as we can, and not fearing death so much. Nature is breaking through our world in large part so that we can experience positive, upward-trending breakthroughs too.
