You may already be aware that there was a fire at my house last March that required the dismantling of it down to bare bones. I’ve written a number of updates about our journey and process that you can read here if you like.
We’re still waiting for the town to either approve our permits for rebuilding, or tell us what else they might need. The builder has said that once we get those approvals, it’ll be 3 months until we can move back in…but winter’s coming, so we’ll see. In the interim, we’re comfortable; a feeling that we haven’t actually had for many years going into this cold and dark time of year.
It just feels so purposeful that we can have this now while everything in our world is literally falling apart. It absolutely must fall apart. The thing is that in order for the good, true and beautiful for humanity and the Earth to emerge in its place, there needs to be a significant portion of our collective who are actively holding space for exactly that.
I’ve spoken to many people who, despite having gone through terrible storms of both a literal and metaphorical nature…they feel comfy and confident in the moment with what’s in their field to either deal with or enjoy. It’s kind of a subtle shift, and a stepping away from being so focused on the truly bizarre unfoldings out in the wide world.
I suppose the human collective is always shifting and morphing as a whole through phases of intense focus on whatever the latest drama happens to be. Do we dive into a compelling news item until we’ve had enough of it, to then back off in order to regain our center? Or do we skitter over the surface of stories like a water bug over a summer pond, only taking in enough to get the gist of what’s going on?
Maybe we ignore stuff altogether now, and sometimes for days on end, because none of it is truly very engaging or interesting. As done with “news” as we are now, things do just keep happening. I’ll pay attention at whatever level seems to be most fruitful in the moment, but mostly now, if it feels like part of the movie that’s designed to have some kind of effect on me, that’s my marker to just forget about it.
Anyway, the Young One and I are doing good. Nova’s good, we haven’t been weepy about Cousteau or anything else that was lost except for the trees next door, but that’s a story for another time…like when the energies are such that trees can grow tall in just a few months.
Make it so…
