Hello, my friends.
It has been a rather interesting couple of days for me. On November 11th I dropped into a group meditation for not much reason other than sheer curiosity and had my mind blown out my ears. I can’t speak for anyone else who also took part in it, but it was beautiful, in all of the connections. At one point in the “now do your own thing for a while” part, Odin and Thor came by and said some stuff, including “lead your tribe,” which I’m still trying to figure out. Good times, awesome things.
I also went to see the Lion King in Denver two days ago with my mom and sister, and was honest-to-gods moved to tears by just the first scene. It was, quite frankly, spectacular. I don’t have words for how inspiring, gorgeous, and deeply touching the musical was. This was something that’s been on my bucket list for quite a while and having gone through it—without panicking, somehow!—was well worth it.
My lingering joy from both of those things was cut a bit short this morning when I woke up to see what happened in Paris. I’m stunned. I have no words. It’s a tragedy. Atrocious. I don’t know what to say. I want to have hope for humanity, but it’s times like these that make me want to just throw in the towel, and it’s hard not to feel utterly helpless. I didn’t expect to wake up to this. I suppose nobody ever does. I don’t know what to do or what to say. Part of that is probably due to my state of awareness at the moment. (I just woke up and haven’t had coffee yet.)
Hold on to hope. Someone has to.
Being the Hermit 