It is the winter equinox, and it is the first time in many years that the day hasn’t hung like a stone from my neck. No feelings of discontent and exhaustion, despite my lack of sleep and still being in the same situation for at least a short time longer. No deep despairing over the bleakness and pain of the outside world, though there are many ongoing situations that I still care about. And I haven’t even been good with the vitamin D supplements lately!
So what is the shift? I don’t know, really. Maybe it’s the reading I have been doing lately on the illusion of time and our holographic reality. Maybe it’s a part of the internal shifting i have been doing. Maybe it is a deeper connection to the earth and her movements and being more in sync with everything. Maybe it’s because I have been allowing myself to see the shining light of everyone else lately, and that has been keeping me energized and hopeful.
I wish you all a joyful end of the year, with stress free gatherings for whatever you celebrate, and I hope you allow the lengthening days to energize you in the year to come. I will do my usual end-of-the-year wrap up and New Years post, but til then, keep on shining.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year, and it was a rough one for me. I thought that creating my illustration last week (Begetting Violence) had helped me work through some things, and maybe it did, but yesterday I allowed the full weight of human suffering to bear down on me. And then I got hurt feelings over something stupid, and then I felt mad at myself for having hurt feelings when I’m not dealing with loved ones missing or dead. Perspective, I had it in spades. So I went to some very dark places. And while I’ve always been drawn to the Disney song “Candle on the Water” from Pete’s Dragon, taking it as an almost anthem at times for helping other people find their way internally, maybe I just was finding it difficult to shine on the longest span of darkness of the year.
As an aside, I wonder sometimes if people who suffer from chronic depression are focal points for all the negativity of the collective unconscious. Or that they are maybe super sensitive to those streams of energy. If so, how grossly unfair a burden it is, and how dangerous that we don’t take those issues more seriously.
I have no interest to live my life as a martyr or a kind of seer, but it seems so strange to me that others can’t see what is to come. We are collectively reaping what has been sown for a very long time. And while it was our forebears that laid the seeds, protesting against this fact loudly that it wasn’t us, that it’s not our fault, will do us no good as a society. The violence is growing, destruction of all kind is reaching higher and higher points, people are getting sicker and sicker physically and mentally, and it is getting closer to home here in the United States so it is going to be impossible to ignore. We may still be decades away from the breaking point, but we can no longer follow the example of previous generations and keep pushing the burden of payment on future generations. That game isn’t going to work any more. Things are going to get worse, and whether or not they get better afterwards is the only unknown variable at this point. So that is where I have to pin my hopes – that there are enough people who care and who are strong enough to withstand the ensuing brutal storms and rebuild afterwards.
I hope I’m proven wrong. I hope that somehow, some way, humanity finds a way to pull itself out of the downward spiral. In the meantime, I will continue to do what I must to survive and thrive. I will love fiercely and dance with wild abandon if I feel moved to and create and I will shine as best I can to let others find their way. I will do this because I feel like I have to. I just wish it didn’t feel like a futile effort at times.