Thursday, January 6, 2011
Am I still creeped out? Yes I am. Am I really tired of feeling weird? Oh my, yes. Even my unconscious is bored with all the emotional drama. I dreamed last night that I was at a family reunion. One of my cousins, someone who was in charge of assigning tasks, said my job at the reunion was to write the family soap opera. Ha. That's funny. Even in the dream, I had to laugh.
It's true that I have, in some form or another, been indulging the weird feelings, feeding them with worry, carefully transcribing the dreams in great detail every morning and such, trying to understand what is, after all, incomprehensible. Today my strategy is to focus instead on sending protection to the tribes of birds and fish, since they are dropping like flies all around the earth. As far as I can tell, I'm OK, but the birds and fish are really struggling.
2011 is, so far, completely weird. I can imagine myself a victim of the energy or I can stand tall and do my shamanic thing. It might not make a difference, but it's better than sitting around, feeling spooked, yes? I say yes.
Poor birds! Poor fish! May you be safe and protected, may you flourish. So may it be.
Epiphany is here which means most people will toss their Christmas trees out on the pavement. In DC, this is a good thing since the trees are collected, made into mulch, and then spread, later in spring, in public gardens and on the national mall.