It didn't take long, after the end of the shutdown, for the machine of the District of Columbia to crank back into full gear. It was not gradual. We went from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. Or maybe, better than the pedal-to-the-metal metaphor: a blender, switched from OFF to VAPORIZE. Oh, and somebody forgot to put the lid on.
Splat. Energy flew everywhere for a couple of days, energy that had been hanging, growing more sour with each passing day, over the city. The night before last, Brother Wind came through, blasted the last bits of the shutdown out into the Atlantic. What a relief! Onwards and upwards.
During the days of flying energy bits, I attended several gatherings, things planned long before we knew there would be a shutdown, such as our village fete, the Literary Feast. The dinner I attended was based on the Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. Our host used the recipes from her cookbook to inspire the menu. We were served an opulent, 20s style Parisian dinner. Between courses, a man in a beret and scarf stood up and recited Gertrude Stein poetry about food and dining. Needless to say the evening was fabulous. I love the Feast. It is Capitol Hill's thanksgiving. A blast!
There was no choice other than to twirl around in the blender of energy. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and there was no escape from the blender, nope. I'm glad I had plans to be at a noisy, boisterous, very fun gathering. It was my way of dancing in shamanic alignment with the reopening of the government. I drank a little too much, laughed a little too loudly. It was great.
Today feels calmer, as if someone remembered to put the top on the blender at last. Perhaps we'll now get back into a rhythm that feels normal, whatever that is.
I love the dazzling days of fall, the leaves, the shocking blue sky, the gold light. It is gorgeous out there, cold enough for a jacket. I don't think we saw temps in the 40s last year until February. I am happy!
Looking forward to a much less hectic week this week. Life goes on. Shalom.
|That's the castle at the Smithsonian, and me, taking a pic of the fairy globes in the garden.|