Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Wake of the Quake

Before the quake, the streets were deserted. It was so quiet and peaceful in DC.

Once upon a time I wanted to be a powerful sorceress. I thought moving and shaping energy to serve my purposes was a great idea, and may I say, I'm not the first person who has ever entertained that thought form. My, my ... delusions of grandeur do not ever bring about the best result.

That was quite awhile ago. I learned - the hard way - that trying to shape energy according to what I think is best only served to bind me to an inflated, delusional picture of what I'm capable of, and hindered my ability to deal with the situation at hand or recognize alternative choices. Magic was not good for me.

Fast forward to now. I leave all shaping of energy to God, the angels, ancestors and such. My practice these days is to sense the rivers of subtle energy as best I can, then dance in shamanic alignment with the eddies and flows that are life supporting and healing. Sometimes I tune in fully, other times I'm off the mark. It's a life-long art to learn, it really is!

I was feeling it yesterday, I was, posting here about how shake ups inspire creativity just a few hours before the earthquake. Well done, Reya. A little later I went downtown to see the Sufi acupuncturist. Before the session, I told the acupuncturist I felt my energy was going in opposite directions, creating internal friction and heat. "Something's gotta give," I told him.

Well, ha. That is exactly what was going down underground. I love it when I can be shamanically precise like that. It was lovely to share the earthquake with the Sufi acupuncturist, his client, and the woman who works behind the front desk. Truly lovely. Afterwards I walked for several blocks, chatting with total strangers. Everyone was on the street - it was a festive atmosphere.

For a few minutes I wondered if I should get on the Metro train, but then I remembered that our subway is exactly like BART in San Francisco. After the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989, BART was the only transportation system that was functional. Even the BART tube under the San Francisco Bay was unaffected while above the water, the Bay Bridge collapsed.

The mood on the Metro ride back to Capitol Hill was completely unusual - people were talking, sharing bits of information, making eye contact. We staid, uptight Washingtonians dropped our usual reserve yesterday after the quake. It was very fun.

Can't resist the urge to paste the last line of yesterday's post here: Feeling stale? Uninspired (like I was)? Switch it up, people. It's a bit unnerving but it really helps. Mama Earth confirmed yesterday that a little shake every now and then is a really good way to wake up.

L'chaim, y'all.

Moments after the quake, the streets were full of people.


jeanette from everton terrace said...

My daughter's first quake. She called to talk to me about it and I hadn't even heard!

Washington Cube said...

It was my second earthquake, and this one was the worst. I heard a loud rumbling...never thought bomb, or trucks passing. Did half wonder about a plane crashing. Then the blinds started rattling, rubmling increasing, and I knew "earthquake."

Then the real fun started with walls warping and the floor shaking up and down. I held onto an office chair, then went for a doorframe.

I had read your blog yesterday so of course I thought, "Reya calls it again."

I hear the West Coast is making fun of us, but one Tweeter wrote, "California is so poor, they had to send us their earthquakes."

steven said...

reya - i've experienced two earthquakes so far. it might seem strange but i really like the great big boulder grinding rumbling noise they make. it's a subtle yet powerful reminder of the earthiness and scale of this place. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

Steven, me too - to a point. I did not enjoy the Loma Prieta earthquake, but the smaller ones are exhiliarting.

How can anyone believe the earth is not a living being? Please!

janis said...

was thinking about you & so grateful it was mild & with no deaths.

Jo said...

Perceptive and prophectic, as always, Reya. Dang. You are GOOD.

Karen said...

Oh, that's funny! Your antennae were especially well tuned yesterday, eh? :) Glad you are well and that the damage over in the DC/Balto area is minimal. (I've heard from all family members, and everyone's okay and no one's house got knocked off the foundations, so whew.)

May the words keep flowing!