Pedal to the metal

I never notice cars, but this one was very cool, very. The heroine of my spy novel, Vega, would have looked just right driving this around. 

During weeks like this one, the energy is complicated enough that I try to dial back everything so as to do my shamanic duties, dance with the energy. I'm trying to simultaneously dance with Boston, Waco, the snowy midwest and the defeat, seven blocks away, of a very benign gun control law. If you could see me trying to do these dances, all at the same time, it might make you smile or even laugh out loud. Energetically I look a little crazy, like a puppet being yanked this way and that.

My great teachers always said, find the most beneficial wave in the chaos, ride it for awhile, but stop so as to enjoy a long, deep night's sleep, because in the dream world, certain facets of complicated energy reflect light. Those are the facets that bear examination, that merit attention.

So far this week, I feel as if I'm in a room with severe fluorescent lighting, windows closed, blinds drawn, with several radios and tvs on, tuned to different stations, the volume turned up to eleven on every one of them. It's bewildering.

I loved the wave of public sentiment following the explosions. In different ways, people expressed appreciation for the people who ran towards the carnage after the Boston Marathon bombings. There were many posts on FB about how good people outweigh the bad. That wave has subsided since the Senate failure. I seek the next best wave but so far have been unable to locate it. I keep trying.

Fortunately I'm not in a rush. My focus this week is on the basics: breathing, drinking water, connecting with the force of gravity holding me securely to the madly spinning planet on which we live and have our being. There will be plenty of time to sort through these events once the energy settles a little bit.

For the moment, it's a bit much, yes? I say yes.