This is a weekend of gratitude.
Thanksgiving
is perhaps the most American tradition, crossing all boundaries of religion,
ethnicity and politics. For this one day
after the elections and before the shopping intensity, as a nation, we pause to
bless, love and appreciate.
Beyond the
feast and companionship, my favorite part is to walk outside in the late
afternoon and hear in the silence the splendid noise of peace and contentment,
knowing all are participating in that moment of tradition. No matter where they are, everyone seems to
accept and rejoice that they are at least where (and with whom) they are supposed
to be.
Life stops
even as we recognize and celebrate how beautifully it goes on and on.
In the
meantime, Mercury is retrograde, meaning even as it goes forward, it is in a
position of appearing to go backwards, a phenomenon that happens typically for six
weeks three times a year.
Having
scoffed in my youth at the idea that bad luck could have any connection to the
stars, I have seen too many alignments over the years to ignore my internal
calendar now. It intrigues me how often
I can be struggling, check the chart and confirm that indeed the wily planet is
retrograde again.
Most often
it disturbs communication. This week my
email crashed and I have been misunderstanding conversations that should have
been very simple. It is a time to be
careful our reactions are not overly dramatic, burning bridges that might be
better left standing.
For me, the
energy that drives my creativity lacks its usual luster. I stumble indecisively and wrestle with false
starts seeming to head down paths leading nowhere. Inspiration quickly fizzles or never appears
as I ponder projects and turn to something else.
Like trying
to walk in mud above my knees, the effort to move forward feels too heavy a
step. I strain against it and pause with
heavy breath, wondering where the abundance lies that so many promise is simply
a function of my thoughts.
Shadows
dance. The laughter of many gremlins
grown strong from my past foibles shriek instructions to step left or right,
confusing my internal faith with the doubt and fear of so many
implications. The mud is real and so
difficult to wash away with thoughts of gratitude when I have chosen to spend
this time alone and still miss my friends and family.
Fortunately
all cycles move into new phases and by Monday, Mercury will go blessedly direct
again (not that it ever was going any other direction than forward). My mind will miraculously clear in the midst
of productive activity.
I am no
less thankful for these quiet weeks of emotional frustration. Pain makes us question our choices and
resolve to make amends. Rather than
wallow in the mire, I observe and accept the connection, reducing its fury even
as I acknowledge the influence. I forgive
myself for my swollen brain, too obese with thoughts for any clarity. I learn lessons in my discomfort and rejoice
that light in the distance begins to illuminate and dissipate the shadows at my
sluggish feet.
As it
quickly approaches, more and more people are focusing on the date of December 21,
2012 with curiosity and conviction as a time of major shift. It takes very little research to discover
that the stars and planets in our galaxy actually are conjoining into a
significant and unusual pattern and we are at the beginning of new 6,500 and
26,000 year cycles in our solar system.
Doomsdayers
predict an end to the world. Luminaries
and Seekers believe we are entering an age of more heart-centered communion compared
to 6,500 years of struggle for survival and the false belief that material wealth might
ensure that survival.
Our
thoughts can create the reality we fear or embrace. The choice is ours to live in panic and
reaction or to love our surroundings, each other and ourselves.
Interesting
times...
How clear
is your head today?
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