I’m living in a muted world of sepia tones. At least, that’s how it feels. This past month has been tumultuous on so many levels, the Universe seems to be telling us to wake up and pay attention!
Hurricane Sandy swept through our region: the most physical expression of the Universe shoving us out of our metaphorical beds, shaking out the sheets, and remaking those beds without the hospital corners and fluffed up pillows we like. We were all definitely challenged to go out of our comfort zones,some of us much more literally than others. Even so, there is no doubt in my mind that it affected everyone in some way.
The presidential election finally took place and now, just a couple of weeks later, seems a distant memory. The harangues and exhortations that have assaulted us for the past two years in a bid to gain our attention for more than a nano-second and yield a vote have stopped. Finally. Thankfully. Now it remains for all of us who live in this country and care about its welfare and progress, regardless of political, religious, or national affiliation, to work together, respectfully, to actually bring about a harmonious collaboration from the grass-roots to the Oval Office. Seriously. The work only began at the ballot box.
The Thanksgiving holiday and its disruption of the usual work-week coming so close on top of the disruptions caused by Sandy, seemed to intensify that feeling of being out of sync in time and space for me. It also gave me a space to contemplate more fully just how much I have to be thankful for. I think living in that space of gratitude could be addictive for me…an addiction I’m open to embracing and exploring…