Informally, I consider the eleventh of any month to be a portal day...the two "ones" seem like a gate to be walked through. And I try to remember, early these specific mornings, to ask the Goddess for guidance. Getting through any day has always been a challenge, although I cannot remember a moment in my lifetime when things were so fraught with uncertainty, potential conflict, and rage. If I spoke in the past about love being the only path through these times, I'm being tested myself right now -- do I have enough love in me to get through one day unscathed, much less indefinitely into the future?
Yesterday was going to require a bit of interesting choreography...a ride to the local library, making photocopies at the library, walking half a mile or so to the convenience store, perhaps purchasing an ice cream cone to eat while waiting for a bus, taking the bus to a place I needed to hand in some paperwork, then a taxi back to where I am staying. For over a decade, I've been reliant on public transportation, walking, and the occasional friendly ride, but still, I never have quite relaxed into believing all will go well. Ultimately, when you have your own car, you have the power of your own timing, and that's not the case when you're dependent on others.
In the end, it was a curiously satisfying day. The ladies who run the library were friendly and complimentary. The woman who served me ice cream was equally friendly and helpful. As I sat and ate my coffee and oreo scoops, a man came up to me and said, "Happy Easter!" and pressed a scratch-off lottery ticket into my hand! I had never seen him before, and I just had time to thank him before he walked away. (I never have any luck with lottery tickets of any kind, but I'm going to save this for Easter morning just for the fun of dreaming.) At my final destination, the young woman who waited on me was extremely personable, and complimented me on my owl earrings! Last but not least, all the transportation, including taxi, went fine. They were modest destinations (interesting that my last post was on "travel"!) but I was beaming ear-to-ear, even knowing that every successive day's news seems to make foreign or long distance U.S. travel less and less likely or enjoyable. I'm still not ruling out wider horizons, but henceforth, every day of the month (including portal days) may need to be dealt with individually, in the present, and with more gratitude for a safe return than has been the norm, even for me. It reminds me that this should have been my way of operating all along; every day is a portal, after all.
An unusually grey, cold and rainy/snowy morning for mid-April. Will we get to see tonight's pink full moon?
