Twenty-sixth Entry

 

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Sunday April 12, 2020

over
and over
and over
again

this strikes me as an opportunity
for me,
for those I know
for those I do not know

not for the planet
the planet likely could not care less, it will survive, it is us who have become attached to our earth’s current form, its current manifestation

A disruption.
Such a disruption does not come often and never easily.
Usually, likely always, they come with hardship.
With loss.
Loss of love, livelihood, health, life, or other treasure. If it does not kill you, you have a chance.

If not to be reborn, then awakened, or re-awakened – possibly a different word for each of us. Clearly I am not thinking about religion, or if so, only as your morning coffee or afternoon walk might be your religion.
A chance to see it all differently, to change the storyline.  

The chance is a gift.
A gift offered to us every day in this mess.  We always have the chance – each day – but now it is easier, the lights have been turned up on what makes each of us tick. 

Never in the civilization of humans has there been a time that such disruption affected as many people as now, if for no other reason that there have never been so many of us. 

I pray, as a manner of speaking, as that is something I never learned to do, along with calculus, the alphabet and many other things. But I pray that this opportunity, this darkly cloaked gift, will yield some positive outcome. Given our culture and our leader that is far from a certainty; it is a long shot, but more possible now than at any point that anyone alive can remember – that is something.  

One can hope.