“The path of fearlessness begins with the discovery of fear.” ~ Chogyam Trungpa
We’re dancing between the COVID-19 reality and a world of re-awakening intuition, grace, and spirituality.
I’m a news and fact-finding addict, but also a writer, seeker, and yoga and meditation practitioner.
As we face this pandemic, I’ve done double nickels on earth. If you’ve been around for a while, you knew the curtain call on the wizard was coming.
We’ve repeated too many patterns of our ancestors.
Covid-19 is new, yet what it reveals about our lack-of-healthcare system isn’t. Bernie told us for decades. Hillary tried. Obama barely got it through.
As a country, we act as if how we treat our most vulnerable belongs in bipartisan boxes.
Oh, the boxes we created. Boxes for politics. Boxes to drive in, work in, shop in. The boxes bulged until they broke.
We want to blame it on one thing—COVID-19, or one person—Donald Trump.
What if instead of looking at him as the Liar-in-Chief, we see him as the truth-teller about our society and our weakening values?
He’s showing us who we are and what we’re willing to put up with.
Protesters claim themselves peaceful as they carry rocket launchers into a Subway sandwich shop. Governors get death threats for trying to protect.
We are NOT the greatest generation.
Our immaturity bangs like a toddler playing drums on pots and pans.
The world is laughing at us and crying for us. People are dying, not just in America, but everywhere. Why aren’t we uniting?
When the virus hits children, we respond as well as we have to school shootings.
We fight for our freedom like 16-year-olds resisting curfew, somehow forgetting that with freedom comes responsibility.
Yet, humanity is rising.
Courses on authenticity, resilience, intuition, and open heartedness abound, many for free. Women and men gather together while apart, connected by higher purposes and other-than-this world tools.
We’re tapping into our hearts and souls, the juicy parts of ourselves we were told to set aside so we could thrive, succeed, get more, be more, and make more money, money, money.
We’re learning we’re enough and helping those who don’t have enough.
We’re sitting with our sisters and brothers, singing our souls’ songs. We’re quieting our egos and honoring our unspoken non-compete clauses with each other.
We’re not striving to get back into the box.
It’s taken time and will require more to let go of the old paradigms of patriarchy, still throwing parades and acting as paparazzi to the Donald, their daddy.
Oh, yeah. Daddy issues are on the kitchen table of our society.
But, mama’s cooking more than dinner. She’s caring for more than the kids. Resourcefulness, creativity, and kindness are rebirthing themselves.
People pushed to the sidelines stand witness to the violent, greedy games.
Someone (Barr) said history is written by the winners. He’s as cute as the cheating husband clueless to his wife hiring an attorney and a private investigator.
Deceit is rampant. People are livid.
Sh*t gets real when someone you know or love dies. Until then, it’s surreal. You’re immune. You’re invincible.
Everything changes when death dines at your family’s table.
Those at the top preach predetermine outcome, as if. They can’t see we’ve opted out and moved to a higher understanding, surrendering to the unknowing, believing in something better, like the nurses, doctors, and grocery store workers showing up and risking their lives for what some claim is hyped.
Right. And teenagers don’t get pregnant. Ha, right now they don’t!
This is big. Nothing and no one gets a pass. No business, school, sport, or family. For some, gravity hasn’t hit yet.
But, light shines in darkness. May we be willing to open our eyes and ask, what would you have us see? Who will we become?