People are raging. It feels purgative to me, like a volcano blowing it’s stack. It’s releasing all that pent up pressure, but it’s also uncontrollable.
That eruptive fire energy will clear out the old, like forest fire.
I notice a hesitation in myself to speak out, to say anything of consequence least I catch fire too.
And yet, I have things to say. And I want to listen. Speaking and listening is what needs to happen right now, to bring about healing and reparation.
It’s also strange that although the world is unraveling, I am thriving and am the happiest, most creative and productive stage of my life.
How are you doing with it all?