February 15, 2021
The snow was deeper than she is tall. And cold. She was horrified. She ventured out only once, briefly, and then returned. Resigned to use the dreaded kitty litter box instead of the forest. Resigned to drink tap water out of a bowl inside instead of the rain water in her beloved concrete bunny dish in the garden. And while the snow is melting and her life will soon return to normal, Annie seems inclined to sleep through this.
I get it. I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking through these past months, a kind of pandemic paralysis. Yes. I’ve been busy with workshops and circles and gatherings all now on zoom. Yes. I’ve been distracted by the horrific political landscape in our nation. Yes. I’ve been busy rescheduling the journeys to Ireland which at this point rather feels like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. But underneath all of that I realize I’ve not fully accepted that there will be a new normal and that normal is now.
It’s hard to settle into these new rhythms. It’s tempting to just say wake me up when it’s over. But it, whatever ‘it’ is, is not going to be over. The invitation and the challenge is to stand rooted in the knowing of who I am as spiritual woman and embrace new ways of manifesting that in the world. In harmony with the seasons and cycles of the Earth, it’s time to embrace the energy of Spring. It’s time for new growth. It’s time to wake up.
But maybe….just one more nap?
Judith – firstname.lastname@example.org