Shit's Crazy Right Now

I want to preface this post by saying that I hold a tremendous amount of compassion for anyone who is directly impacted by COVID19. These times are scary, uncertain, disorienting, and for some, devastating. I am highly privileged in being young, healthy, able-bodied, able to receive PTO, having a warm/safe home to stay, and being able to pay for two weeks of groceries up-front. I understand that there are so many people who don't have those luxuries; who are suffering a much higher impact. 

I have also been receiving some personal downloads that I’d love to share -

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The Earth is a creator. She is also a destroyer. This is her very essence. 

We have been living in a massively imbalanced paradigm.

We have been behaving as though it is, and will forever be, high summer.

Under the thickly veiled illusion of limitlessness.

Going, going, going.

Rushing.

Being "productive".

Using resources as though they will never run out.

Traveling excessively.

We have been highly irresponsible and straight-up disrespectful to this planet which has so graciously and generously hosted us. 

Now she is setting boundaries.

Natural disasters.

Pandemics.

Rising oceans.

Her medicine can be harsh & bitter, but we humans are not very good at listening to her subtleties. 

She is sounding alarm bells because she needs us to PAY ATTENTION.

TO WAKE THE FUCK UP.

We are being humbled.

We are being forced to halt our habituated ways, and find new, slower, gentler, more mindful ways to live.

Her call to restoring balance is for her, and also for us. We are not so separate. We truly are one.

As above, so below. As within, so without.

This earth literally functions and sustains on the innate intelligence encoded in her cycles, seasons, and rhythms. This concept has been fucking drilled into my being over the last year or so. Read it again. 

Winter, spring, summer, autumn.

Life, death, rebirth.

Specifically, we have been culturally denying the imperative nature of winter. of death. of rest. 

We are pompous fools to think that we can sustain perpetual summer. 

The roads that run through the land like vascular systems have been fucking polluted, congested, pumping like a constant adrenal state and She is fatigued. We are fatigued.

We need to be able to live with and attune to the cycles, seasons, and rhythms, that naturally maintain dynamic balance. 

and when we embody this balance, our impact on the earth becomes so much less. We harmonize.

This includes;

seasons: The warm seasons are meant to be highly productive; sewing seeds, preparing gardens, growing food, and harvesting food are the ancestral memories that come through for me, but this can also apply to other things. More activity, adventure, socialization, 'hustle'. But the cold seasons are meant to be spent in more quietude, solitude, and rest-state—s l o w i n g d o w n—which allows us & the earth to recover, regenerate, and replenish.

moon/menstrual cycles: In the New Moon phase, women and people who bleed are meant to rest and connect to the divine. But instead we plug and drug ourselves so we can keep showing up to our 9-5s in this incredibly Masculine-skewed paradigm. 

our circadian rhythms: We awake to literal alarms! We are meant to awake when our bodies have been fully restored and replenished through sleep. Our bodies know.

All of this to say; we have not been allowed to respect the fundamental rhythms of our bodies & the earth, in this paradigm. Specifically, our (rest/winter/death) phases. No wonder we are all strung out, stressed out, drugged out, and burnt out. 

Woooooosh.

The reality is, this paradigm has been crumbling for a while now.

Dying, for a while now.

This new paradigm; is both young, and ancient. We are cycling back around.

♾

I hope you are tending to your well-being, and hopefully also able to take some moments to rest during this massive shift.