When a hurricane is tracking up the gulf or in the Caribbean, I'm glued to the Weather Channel (such as I can access it since I don't own a TV.) Likewise, when something big is ongoing in the sky beyond the weather, I obsessively read the essays and forecasts written by every astrologer I trust. This weekend, last week and during the weeks upcoming through June, the planets are in a showdown, occulting each other, squaring off. These configurations are transformational. Those who are currently able to avoid personal and collective reinvention must have some spell going for them. In general in the Reyaverse, everyone's got his or her nose to the grindstone of change. Good lord. The pressure is intense.
Hence I've been thinking, dancing shamanically, bumbling and stumbling at times, but doing my very best to keep up with the energy. It's rather exhausting but also kind of thrilling. A period of intense transformation is vivifying, cleansing. The old skin drops away to reveal the new. Yes we will be tender for awhile, but that's ok. Yes? I say yes. As a black water dragon, a year like this is good fun. But I'm not as wordy as usual. That's probably a good thing, hey?
I love the Zen aphorism I used as the blog title. Hell yeah. Sometimes being dragged along for a few blocks seems like a good idea, but I'm trying, with societal issues as well as the tiny, mundane, everyday situations, to notice but let go, keep moving. My mantra is all about granting everyone the benefit of the doubt as much as possible. This includes me, by the way.
Why not? Have a happy weekend, y'all. Shalom.
American History museum. That red transistor radio? I think we had one when I was a teenager! So weird to see it in a museum!