It’s been a week for sure. Just when we think we are getting caught up, another wave rolls us over. I haven’t foraged yet this year, and as of today haven’t seen the garden in a week — who knows what’s going on out there?!! If we’re lucky, all the plants are working it out, making do, and growing appropriately but I peeked a few days ago and it looked like the deer had eaten the climbing dry bean vines. I’m scared to go out there. I might just lie down on the weeds and cry.
There’s a shift; I’m not knowledgeable in cosmic ways to know what it is or how to navigate it. We’re trying to be gentle in the worldspace but we’re feeling a little chewed up right now. We can tell that we’re likely to cycle from the surreal to despair very easily and are trying to keep our footing. And we hear that it’s like that for a lot of folks right now. I’d like to say we have a couple of days to hunker down and regroup, but it seems unlikely. We’ll just have to rely on grounding moments and hope it’s enough. Though there is a part of me wanting to cancel everything and take a mental health week (but unfortunately, that’s the thing that has been cancelled, ‘maybe we can go camping next year’, which is what we said last year…).
Someone recently read a brilliant poem at one of the Open No-mic nights about how they are not asking the universe for much…just to catch our breath, just for a little break…yeah. We’re feeling that.
We have this lovely cloud ‘field guide’ I’m in love with right now. And the clouds have been very fantastic. I think I’ll focus on that for awhile.
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