I was involved in a car accident on Sunday afternoon, right here in our neighborhood. It was New Year's Eve afternoon and frigidly cold. I am OK, the person who hit me is OK, the condition of my car remains in the hands of the insurance adjuster. Bruised, sore, rattled...but I know it could have been so much worse. Thank goodness for seat belts and safety features. Cruising into the new year with ice packs, arnica gel and a heating pad has given me pause.
Batman and I just updated our wills, and signed them this morning. That act loomed larger for me after the weekend's adventures. All the "what ifs".
The brutal weather has impacted our neck of the woods. A chimney fire gutted a home down in town. Farmers are struggling to keep their animals safe and watered and fed in the extreme temperatures. Going outdoors requires extra time to bundle up. And the forecast for the east coast looks grim. Mother Nature is lashing out at us for our carelessness with her bounty. It is hard to witness.
And then there is the stunning twittering about whose nuclear button is bigger. I have no words for that.
The last few nights have been restless for me. The full and bright moon has kept me awake. The discomfort in my shoulders and neck and torso has made me shift position time and again during the night. I spend a lot of time meditating under the covers, sending shining energy to the White House, hoping it will somehow change what's going on in those hallowed halls.
I'm finding that the best way to deal with all of this is to open myself up to the unanswered questions. To feel the discomfort, the uncertainty, the dread. To just sit in the midst of it. To honor its presence. To name it. To absorb it. To embrace it. To let it wash over me. To release it.
Only then can I set it aside.
And concentrate on the things I can change in my own life, in the lives of those close to me, in my community...and through that...some small part of the world.
We all need to show up for one another. I am here for you, friends.