Thursday, June 25, 2009
Openings and Closings
Yesterday was a perfect summer day. Hot enough to sweat, but not so hot that it was impossible to walk. The sky was a fabulous, ever changing panorama of cumulus clouds floating across an impossibly blue sky. There was a little bit of a breeze, just enough to keep me from ducking into an air conditioned space. It was so good to be outdoors with the birds, the breeze and those angelic clouds.
There's a lot going on right now in and around Washington DC, in and around me. There was a crash on the Metro a few days ago that killed several people. Nothing like that has happened in the thirty years the subway has been operating. It's shocking and sad. The crash occurred along a strip of track that's above ground, between Union Station and Takoma Park. It's a very creepy part of DC, haunted yet soulless. I've thought many a time about doing a healing shamanic soul retrieval dance right there, close to the Metro tracks, but somehow I never got around to what would no doubt be an extremely daunting task. If you could feel how creepy it is there (and you can feel it palpably from inside the Metro train), you'd understand why I always put that idea on the back burner.
It isn't just the crash that's got me creeped out. I feel that some big portal has opened. Things like Metro trains and people like that pilot who died mid-flight, like my friend Gordon who died so suddenly, are slipping through, moving onwards and upwards. Anyone could disappear through that portal at any second. At least it feels that way to me.
Beause I was a bit spooked, my feet lead me finally to Union Station, a place I find unbelievably cleansing and healing. It's a wonderful, beautiful station full of life. There are goings but also comings, a lot of to but also a lot of fro. It's a place of lively balance that always sets me straight when I'm in a mood.
The Fourth of July holiday is right around the corner, so there are also many many many many many many tourists coming and going. Ordinarily I do not appreciate their presence in "my" city, but this week with all the weird energy, I have been happy to see big crowds everywhere, dressed in matching t-shirts, carrying their huge water bottles and snapping pics.
As for the open portal, I wonder, God, if you could please close it gently sometime sooner rather than later, maybe right after Jake passes away. OK? Thanks, dear, and love.