When I watched the video of surfer Matt Wilkinson's close encounter with a shark my first thought was, "Oh myyyy woahhhhhh!!"
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Monday, October 5, 2020
I pause to watch the Autumn leaves drop from tree to ground.
As I ponder the falling leaves, a horsefly lands on my journal on the entry from yesterday. The fly lands on the word between.
Yes, my little fly friend, we are indeed about to enter the time of between; the place of not being one thing or another.
We are entering the pupal stage of the year of the year. When, here in the Northern Hemisphere, the days grown shorter, nights longer. The cold comes and we shelter.
Unlike the fly we can't make a haven out of our own skin, so we wrap ourselves up in other things - we cocoon.
We cocoon in our homes in sweaters, slippers, woolly socks, and drawn curtains against the draft.
We cocoon outside in hats, scarves, layers of long underwear, and snow crunching boots.
We cocoon inside ourselves, wrapped up in our minds and thoughts.
Yes, little fly friend, we are also entering a time between in our culture.
And our cultural cocoon is a painful one. Inside our culture is dissolving, breaking down.
Unlike the turn of the seasons, or the birth of a fly, the outcome of this is not easy to predict and its timing is not certain.
Unlike the seasons, the old way of being does not give way easily to the next.
Unlike the seasons, this change will happen only with our own efforts.
I want to ask the fly, "Did you know, as a tiny maggot, when your skin formed your pupal case...did you know you would emerge as a fly? Were you afraid when it was happening? Did it hurt?"
What kind of world will we emerge into in the spring?
What kind of world will be build over the coming years?
Friday, October 2, 2020
As I sat there watching this beautiful moon rise, it struck me this moment I was experiencing felt like a look back moment; the ones you see at the beginning of a show or movie where an older character starts to tell a story about the past. They pause, and they say something like...
"I remember watching the moon rise over the sea in early October that year. The Pandemic has been going for over six months, the election was looming and everything felt so uncertain...but we really had no idea how bad things were going to get..."
Everything feels very now. Something inside me knows that we are on the edge of something monumental - it may be good or bad or some mash up of the two, personally I vacillate between the WORST possible thing and the only slightly less pessimistic slow collapse and even longer recovery, with a lot of pain an suffering - and there is a call to pay attention, to notice things.
Maybe it is so we can look back and remember how we got to where ever we end up, or maybe it is some broader, cosmic hypervigilance; a coping mechanism that substitutes awareness for control - not to control the shift, but to know when it happens.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
One lunar cycle plus five days.
One month and three days.
Four weeks and five days.
It is proving difficult for me to focus this week. I feel this nervous energy, an anxiety that doesn't know what to do with itself. I do my weekly planning, complete my calendar, and then stall. I have written quite a bit, both here and on social media, about how the pandemic has put most of us is a very now place, one that can inhibit long term planning, but this feels different.
When I try to envision the future I come up against a wall when I hit midnight on November 3rd. I see the days on the calendar rolling by one by one, and then nothing. My mind sees it as fuzzy, gray static; kind of like what you see when you rub your eyes or you feel like you are on the edge of fainting.
And this nothing is what feels paralyzing.
I really don't know what will happen after November 3rd. My mind plays out dozens of scenarios that could happen from a drawn out legal battle over the vote with neither side agreeing who won, which is probably the most benign of my thoughts, to outright collapse and war.
And truly, it isn't even my government that I fear the most, maybe if it was just that it would be easier to frame, easier to plan for, but it is the people who feel empowered by our president to intimidate and attack people who differ from them that I fear. And, those who will turn their heads away, as long as they and theirs are still feeling some sense of "normal" and have little disruption to their lives. In some way I fear those people the most.
I see a Trump/Pence sign on someone's lawn and I think, "That person wants people like me and my friends dead." I don't think that a non-christian, non-binary, pansexual femme has much of a place in the Trump/Pence world. Neither do black people, indigenous people, people of color, LGBTQ people, poor people, people with disabilities, immigrants, anyone who is not white, straight, and professes to be Christian.
My work motivation has devolved into, well I should get this done just in case the world doesn't fall apart in a month.
My life motivation has become prepare. I don't mean in the dig a hole, pack away beans, and stock up on bottled water (though I do much of that anyway - I grew up in New England and being prepared for a week of no power in winter is just what we do). I mean finding a way to mentally and physically prepare myself for facing this great unknown. Trying to find someway to convince myself that I am ready or at least as ready as I can be.
I am not 100% sure how to go about it, though eating right, sleeping enough, and moving more are a part of it, and I want to stay connected to my friends, my family, and my community. I plan to spend the next 33 days doing those things and whatever else I need to.
I have lived through personal trauma, and I know I can survive pretty awful things. I know that there is a strength in me that I can tap into. I know my community is strong and I won't be facing this alone. I have to keep reminding myself of this
Whatever the outcome of November 3rd, there are difficult times ahead. I've no doubt about that. What are you doing to be ready?