I woke up this morning (after spending a day drowsy from the spinal procedure I had yesterday), to find the GOP have won Virginia. This was a decisive win (thank you white women who voted over 64% in favor of the racist agenda) based largely on the dog whistle of the fictional CRT. Even here in NJ, it’s almost too close to call, and the GOP candidate is an anti-vaxxer, anti-abortion, gun toter. Plus, it seems the strict gun laws in NY will be shot (!) down by the Supreme Court.
I rather wish I was still napping.
However, in my morning meditation, this is the tarot card I pulled, from the “Witches’ Wisdom deck, which I highly recommend (if you’re of a Christian mindset don’t be scared by the word ‘witches’, it’s all very earth-based and deeply spiritual and profoundly relevant). And this is some of the wisdom it offers…
“There is a wild and uncontrollable presence in the greenwood, in every garden, forest, and beneath all the concrete of all the cities of the world. It’s primordial and vital, cleaving and engulfing every obstacle with its green and growing power. Flowers and fruit burst forth as civilizations crumble and disappear...Joy and hope in letting go. Fertility, life force, green magic…Without wild growth, your Spirit will lack its full power to manifest. You need to let go of some of the control you’ve been taught is necessary.”
I take comfort in that, being reminded I can’t control everything, and that life will continue, even if we humans don’t. And I also feel reminded to take a much longer, more detached view than perhaps I’ve been taking. I was filled with fury when one of my neighbors said they thought there was nothing wrong with the health care in the country. “You just have to make sure you work, and so many just want a free ride.” *insert shriek here!* Let it go, Lauren. Let it go. The Craftsman of Earth has got this, and what the Earth needs to do to heal herself She will, with His help.
Yes, we do what we can, right here where we stand, but to be filled with fury and despair isn’t helpful.
I find it hilarious (sort of) that I wrote a book (EVEN SO) about loving difficult people, which has turned into something of a challenge, giving me every f*cking opportunity possible to practice that theory.
My friend Sr. Rita calls that sort of thing an invitation. Hardly comfortable, but required.