A cacophony of bad news. A veritable cornucopia of crap. Impossible to keep up with. I don’t even try; fewer videos get a ‘play’ from me. Fewer articles, read.
Attempting to track it all feels more and more like a game of whack a’ mole which I never liked - even as a game.
To what end? All this.
Spike proteins in everyone’s veins don't forget mRNA in the food chain weaponized mosquitos & election fraud transgender agendas & proxy wars! The DOD & plans to kill Child trafficking More people getting ill UFO's incoming, economy wobbling who are you listening to? Does she have it right? Has he got it wrong? Can we unify anyway or at least get along? What should we do What can be done? Is it okay, to decide have fun? In this backdrop of chin-deep shit What do we do with our day?
At a certain point it’s not about gathering information, dot-connecting and uncovering truths. We know. I’ll pass on the feedback loop of bad news today.
In my neck of the woods, the sun came up (amazingly) and somewhere it’s creating sparkles on the water. Trees shade and will soon shed and the birds continue their chirps. (Thank you, birds.)
The earth and sky are present - holding this life, including us - irrespective of what you are reading, aware of, or even if you’re a committed to being a complete ignoramus.
Sun still shines on us all.
Fake reality falling off a cliff; if you’re tied to it, you’ll probably go with.
The invitation to see oneself in an ongoing battle in a dangerous world (though true enough) is so prevalent right now. Obvious attempts at normalizing the inversion of nature abound. As if.
Chat with a friend yesterday, another person we know, suddenly went unconscious, passed out sitting on little deck. (2nd one in a week.) Fortunately someone was there to keep her from falling in the tidal river she sat by.
Vaxxed and boosted - she said it was down to stress - her husband was just diagnosed with cancer and they are awaiting more tests to see if it’s spread.
Breathing-in, breathing-out.
This is discussed in between making blueberry muffins and her grandkids coming for the day. This is life in 2023. The impossible to digest right along side recipes.
Daily, our attention can go in so many directions. We have a constant choice. Every article, every video is an invitation. There may be value there, but there’s also a price for spending too much time looking into the abyss. Must we wallow in the muck and mess?
No for that too will inevitably skew perception
The invitation to see ourselves as entwined with nature and life and the mystery behind life, also beckons. I will take my melancholy mood out with me today. We’ll go sit by a river, listen to some birds, lean on a favorite tree. (Maybe eat some blackberries - I know where to find them.)
When the world is screaming, nature is soothing. Where you find relief is a big hint about what’s real; what will stay VS what will go.
We don’t tend to notice the frameworks we operate in and how they influence our view of things. Or when they’ve outgrown their usefulness, become irrelevant. We just keep going anyway. Normalcy bias stuff. We cling on, we resist change; we keep paying taxes, turning on the news.
Until we don’t. Until we can’t.
We will, more of us all the time, confront deeper questions about who we are and what we are doing here. We will have more questions than answers.
As the previous foundations we stood on crack, good to remember you can still lean up against a tree for support. Place your bare feet on the earth and your face to the sun.
Not all foundations are cracking, some are coming to the fore In a disappearing world what’s real shows up more.
Who we really are is what will show up. Is showing up. The fake (small) versions of us that went with this fake version of reality, that’s all that’s endangered.
What’s left post-shredding will surprise us. ‘Formidable’ doesn’t even begin to capture it. Deeper veins to be tapped.
There’s a reason why it took so much effort to keep us small and guilty.
We are big and free and we are beyond dualistic paradigms. We’ve outgrown them. Good.
What remains through the transition and deepens - that’s the place to turn our awareness. In some ways it’s so easy. Love. We love.
The World is Falling Apart is one headline, that could just as easily be called Humans are Being Freed.
I like the second. Crap-fest aside, good stuff is happening.
We embody love.
It’s the most astounding, easily missed thing.
WE EMBODY LOVE. (Just ask Vincent - it was love that painted those clouds.)
What can’t we do when we understand that?
A recent post by Mary Poindexter McLaughlin, The Art of Freedom, on the relationship between grief and love. Quite beautiful and wise. I recommend her stack if you are unfamiliar with it.
Thanks for reading.
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Wow! Kathleen, you're just knocking 'em out of the park lately! You really speak for so many of us.
"Not all foundations are cracking,
some are coming to the fore
In a disappearing world
what’s real shows up more.
Who we really are is what will show up. Is showing up. The fake (small) versions of us that went with this fake version of reality, that’s all that’s endangered."
It's like our True Selves are beginning to rise up from the depths, a kind of resurrection. I'm really struck by how many people are finding their voice these days. A new indestructible foundation is definitely forming and it can't be stopped. We were dead and now we're alive.
Thanks for playing your part in this long over-due transformation.
I love your use of fonts! Substack constrains a writer in many ways (no colors, no tables, limited font sizes), but you manage to be creative, inventive despite all.
With regard to all the crap, I try to imagine the world of a few hundred years ago, in which if you didn't hear about something from eyewitnesses, it didn't happen. In the small world of my acquaintances all seems to be going well.