Monday, October 4, 2010
Bringing in the Sheaves
Everyone is a shaman. It's true. We all move and dance to the visible and invisible rhythms of the world. We all sense and react to the flows of energy, to the eddies and currents - and sometimes the riptides - of this crazy river of energy in which we live.
How else do you explain the phenomena of everyone rushing to to the cash registers at the supermarket all at the same time? I watched the rushes of people when I worked for Whole Foods - there was no correlation to time of day, nope. It was all about the energy.
Some days, everyone is cranky. I hear horns honking, people yelling at each other. Other days people smile and make way for one another. You know that experience of walking into a room and knowing, instantly, what's going on? I bet you do! I know it isn't conscious for many, but I pay attention to these things. We all feel energy, even if we don't admit it.
Autumn is traditionally the time of the harvest. (Thanks to Dan Gurney for explaining that fall is the most generous season. It sure is, Dan.) Not so long ago, stretching back in time literally for thousands of years, fall was the time when our species was extra busy, bringing in the fruits of the field. We depended on this busy time for survival - literally.
Though no longer a time when we have to be busy, (unless you're a farmer), the truth is that even we urban folks get extra busy in October. I think we are dancing in shamanic alignment with the season and with the long-held habits of our species, consciously or unconsciously. I know that my month of October is frantic with social engagements, big weeks of work, visiting with out of towners and such. All of that activity builds through the month to the final weekend that includes the Rally to Restore Sanity followed by the insanity of Halloween on the street where I live.