By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
Spring has arrived in the Pea Patch, even though patches of snow and ice are still melting in the deepest corners of the woods. The birds woke me this morning, their collective enthusiasm louder than I remember in months, and here and there dainty daffies are poking up, lending bright spots of yellow to a landscape still dressed in winter’s colors. The season was mild this year, as it was last, but not without its extreme events. That’s the new true: extreme. That’s what we’ve created with our carbon problems and that’s what we must learn to live with.
I usually wait until 0 degrees Aries to give my houseplants their first sip of liquid encouragement (fertilizer), giving them a leg up on production of new leaves and buds, but not this year. They beat me to it, the asparagus ferns sending up new shoots weeks ago, the spiders as well. It’s a fact that nature’s timetable has moved itself ahead by three or so weeks, at least around here, and the notion that we can “adjust” time by turning our clocks ahead an hour is silliness. Light does what light does. My three outside dogs come in at dusk: three weeks ago, that was six o’clock. Now it’s closer to eight and likely to spin out longer in the coming days.
The deer won’t be coming in so close in the evening, I suspect, waiting to forage until the moon is high in the sky and the dogs safely inside. The red fox down the road won’t drop by for a drink just after the sun goes down, the chipmunks and squirrels will no longer use the fenced yard as a shortcut. Here in the Patch — and no doubt, across the planet — plants, animals and humans are all struggling to adjust to a changing terrascape, a potent reminder that we humans aren’t comfortable with change. We like to think we know what to expect, some of us so we can navigate circumstances, some so we can protect against them. We spent centuries learning how to succeed within the traditional norms, those in the Western world accustomed to survival at the top of the food chain. We made an art of it and culturized ourselves around those expectations.
Then something happened that evidently only a few of us expected: the growing imbalance of our human footprint triggered an emergency we couldn’t control with our religious invocations, our armed presence or our credit cards. We reached a survival imperative, calling on us to evolve beyond our competitions, our warfare and our mindless consumption of the Earth’s resources. We reached a point of no return that demands that we become more than we’ve been, or fail to thrive in this ecosystem. We either evolve beyond our habits, superstitions and denials, or perish, and many of us are still waiting, white-knuckled, for our neighbors to wake up and smell the ozone-depletion.
It’s all about control, isn’t it? Evolution begins with surrender. That’s probably why it’s so painful to come to: we’ve lost control and are kicked into a corner with little else to do than accept our circumstances prior to formulating some plan to surmount them. Sometimes we need to scrap old traditions and accepted wisdom for what is intuitively being presented. Sometimes we need to just follow our nose to the next thing, allow our senses to interpret what’s going on, defy tradition and fertilize our plants a few weeks ahead of schedule. Now’s one of those times.
Things aren’t just changing, they’ve already changed. And it wasn’t by coup or revolution, although if you listen to the Republicans bitch about socialism [sic] ruining the nation over at the three-day Conservative Political Action Conference — Romney’s message of mid-20th century solidarity, for instance — you’d think Marx himself ruled the roost in this nation. Paul Ryan gave a speech, snarkily referenced by the press as “lather, rinse, repeat,” regarding the dreadful crisis [sic] that is our debt. He fluffed that out by delivering another version of the GOP budget to the House, this one a Randian wet dream that reduces government spending to the lowest levels since 1948.
Even more ridiculously stringent than the last — and capitalizing on most of Obama’s budget successes without giving him credit — this version finally shamed MSM into rejecting the proposal as politically serious. Their disdain of Ryan didn’t help the Progressive Caucus to get the word out about their own common sense budget proposal, of course. Media are still firmly in the grasp of austerity-thinking, so there was barely a hint of coverage, upending — once again — that mythical “liberal bias” you’ve heard so much about.
Celebrating the sequester cuts to soothe their still-stinging loss of the presidency, the Republicans who gathered at CPAC reinforced their stance against all things Democratic, thick-skinned to the damage they’re doing to the economy. As Obama said today, regarding newly imposed spending limits on R&D, these “… don’t cut into the fat, they cut into the muscle, into the bone.” The nation is being forced to take a (presumed) two-year sabbatical from competing with other nations in advanced technology and growth, leaving us in the lurch in our dearly-held race for international superiority. And while that’s true enough, it doesn’t begin to speak to the social challenges that affect the down-line. Huffington Post carried this leader, today:
SEQUESTER’S TOLL: Thousands Of Job Cuts… Fewer Firefighters, Teachers… Army Tuition Assistance Program Loses Funding… Major Hospital Cuts… Vital Pre-K Program Slashed… Widespread Airport Delays… Poorest Schools On The Line… Seniors’ Cancer Care Affected… Clean Energy ‘Decelerated’… Homeless Vets At Risk… NASA On The Chopping Block… Parks Budget Devastated
PRIORITIES: GOP PREPS BILLS TO BRING BACK WHITE HOUSE TOURS
You might think that headers like these over at lib-friendly Huffy aren’t impactful, but now that Arianna has merged with AOL, conservative to its roots, those who frequent Huffington are a mixed bag. Their hostility toward Obama is visceral, but their blanket approval of all things Bagger seems to be in a welcome state of wobble. As Sister Joan Chittister said, regarding the failures of the Church to recognize and deal with the problems of this century, “There’s an ennui that sets in when people get nothing but old answers to new questions.” She considers that a dangerous inevitability; once you’ve lost the people, you’ve lost the game, entire. Perhaps the Pubs should listen to her advice.
And speaking of Sister Joan, we’ve got a wild card in the Vatican that seems to be shaking up the natives. Papa Frank, as some wag recently dubbed him, has brought his Franciscan tastes with him, eschewing the traditional elevated throne, the garish garments and cloistered formality of his predecessors. He carries his own bags, pays his own hotel bills and rides the bus with the rest of the fellas. Jesuits are populists but let’s not kid ourselves that they aren’t conservatives as well. In fact, they were originally religious militants, referred to as “God’s Marines.” While Francis seems a gentler choice than Pope Ratz, an examination of the new Pope’s history tells us he has no use for gays, disobedient women in the clergy, condoms, or those who refuse to follow the rules.
No doubt you have heard about the soiled underwear Francis has stuffed in his back drawer, the accusations that he delivered up two priests to the prevailing junta for refusing to quit practicing ‘liberation theology’ (remember the Rev. Jeremiah Wright?). He may well have interceded on their behalf at some point during their incarceration and torture, as he suggests, although some reports nail him as the narc who put them there, instead. Records indicate that the Church itself was silent during what’s been called the “dirty war” that followed the military overthrow of the Isabel Perón government, resulting in as many as 30,000 deaths. A silent Church in times of crisis should come as no surprise.
Still, Francis is a welcome departure from the Diocesan priests who have traditionally run the show in Rome. He will bring change, even as he seeks to keep the faithful within the bounds of traditional dogma. He can’t help himself. Good man, bad man — however this turns out, it doesn’t much matter. It isn’t what he does that matters, now; it’s what he is, by definition of the principles to which the public believes he’s devoted himself. He breaks the mold, changes the zeitgeist, creates new choices and promotes new traditions.
And that is a form of evolution, although maddeningly slow to those of us who have been schooled to expect instant gratification, raised in the tradition of thrill-rides. It flies in the face of our notions about how change happens — slap! bang! — suddenly throwing all the cards in the air. It quashes our notions about the romance of revolution, the high energy of passionate, unyielding devotion to a cause. And seriously, can we have it both ways? Somewhere — perhaps over the rainbow — there are virgins awaiting those who throw the passion of their devotion into self-sacrificing jihad. The expectations of extremism, wherever you find them, cannot sidestep some self-centered delusion; a little zealotry is a dangerous thing.
Take Republican culture-warrior, Rob Portman, as a living example of the personal being political, now that his son is revealed to be gay. Portman has changed his mind about marriage equality, his zealotry against gay marriage suddenly deflated like a pin-pricked balloon. Matt Yglesias wrote a piece over at Slate asking if Portman will now extend his soul-searching farther, revealing a new sense of compassion for children handicapped by poverty and limited opportunities. He calls Portman’s sudden change of heart the “politics of narcissism.” And surely it is, yet it’s a dent in the absolutes that seem to inform our dead-ended politics, these days. One more improbable voice — along with old devil-dog, Dick Cheney’s, for instance — that speaks for equality and civil liberty. One more chink in the tarnished armor of intolerance.
Surely our experience of the last few decades has taught us something, and if we look carefully, we can see how hopelessly entrenched is this obstruction toward progress. Keyword: hopeless. Progress, like water seeking its own level, will find a way.
By now most of us know that religion, no matter how problematic it has become in the halls of government, has less sway in our culture than ever before. The news agencies are pinging off reports that 20% of Americans declare no religious affiliation, citing the misuse of authority — sexual, financial and political — in most religious institutions. The sliver of religious extremism is still speaking loudly, but obviously not all of us are listening.
In other news, Bloomberg reports that Obama is preparing to tell all federal agencies for the first time that they have to consider the impact on global warming before approving major projects, from pipelines to highways. Using a Nixon-era law, the administration is throwing a monkey-wrench into the wholesale exploitation of resources so dear to conservative hearts. The Chamber of Commerce has swallowed its tongue.
Meanwhile, in a last act before leaving office, Interior Secretary Ken Salazar announced a “pause” in Shell Oil’s Arctic drilling plans. We no longer expect such powerful companies’ screw-ups to lose them their place at the table, but it happened this month. Shell won’t be allowed any further exploration until they put an integrated management plan in place, including oversight of their various contractors and approved safety measures.
In his recent ‘charm offensive,’ schmoozing groups of Republicans, Obama asked — nicely, it seems — that more of his judicial appointees get a chance at a vote. He has 35 nominees currently awaiting Senate votes, some re-nominated as hold-overs from 2012, and some 50 additional vacancies awaiting candidates. Republican obstruction has held up the court’s ability to function smoothly for the entirety of Obama’s first term, and now threatens the second.
Pubs were charmed by this president, it appears, but not enough to agree to something so diverse and consequently progressive. Consider: Obama nominated the first openly gay black man to a Florida federal district court, the first Asian American lesbian to one in New York, and the first South Asian candidate to the Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit. They are typical of his selections. Eventually, these candidates will take their place in a diversified court system, bringing new experience to the American justice system.
Can we count these things as progress, even if they have yet to be fully implemented? Can we see the clear presence of socio/political evolution here?
With 0 degrees Aries looming, with Mars having come home to his own potent power, it’s important to take a breath, find our peace, understand the energies that push us forward. There is appearance of stalemate all around us, obstruction so strong it will take all of us pushing behind the battering ram to make the changes we wish. But there is also, here in the increasing vibration of Vernal Equinox, a growing sense of the power behind our ability to create anew, girded with a love of our common humanity and an evolved sense of expectations.
As you’re looking out across the world this week, all of humanity’s mistakes and hubris on display, remember: we’re the change we’re looking for. We’re not passive observers. If we want to open up our energy to evolution, we have to consider that unconditional love — the glue that holds the universe together — is that which we OFFER to one another, not that which we wait to be offered. We can be activists without being warriors; we can be the change without losing our peace.
In this fiery energy, our passion for our personal and/or political choices can singe us, if we aren’t careful. Good to remember that battling AGAINST something brings us to a stop, while working FOR something opens up a path. Our choice to battle, or not, may bring us to further impasse, and while that is always fun — and it is — we have another option: that of allowing our compassion to lift us into the gentler vibration of new understanding. Some of us will, of course, choose passion. You know — fun, adventure, learning.
All good, all grist for the mill. Choices lead to change, new traditions, new ways of perceiving ourselves, and if we watch the news, we can find examples of progress everywhere we look. But because I always want to cut to the chase, I think the real change we’re looking for — the short cut to the Aquarian Age — will only happen when we surrender to love. That’s a choice that can change the world.
Judith,
Unable to find your email address to let you know that I can mail you a copy of the article in Mountain Astrologer. There is also another article in that edition featuring Rachel’s chart regarding the position of her Okyrhoe which I could include. Okyrhoe manifests in a number of ways, one of them is “There is a need to deal with the impact and power of truth. It can give one the intense urge to share or reveal truths to others.”
The “Frankenstorm” article goes on to discuss Hurricane Sandy and to compare that chart with Rachel’s book and the US Sibly chart (natal and progressed). The author says “four of the five outer planets are in communication, plus Chiron nearing a return, just 2 deg. from its 1962 position.” The “fifth” planet not-in-communication, actually does have a message. That Planet was Jupiter and at the time of the Hurricane Sandy landfall, he was at 15 Gemini retrograde, the same degree Venus occupied when she occulted the Sun last June.
be
And speaking of Walmarts, here is one stop shopping for weapons:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL_3Qg-SADY
Military from all over the world can party together, purchase their weapons in one place and then go kill each other.
SOFEX
Dear Judith,
I must have heard you.
WRP has taken the critical first step for unconditional love to bloom: compassion. But before that he looked into his own heart and defined where he stood. Living in an environment with nature, animals and beauty facilitates our ability to connect to higher realms of thought. That is one way of the spirit. The absence of art in our culture is a real loss. You don’t find Picasso at Walmarts. When we look at and accept ourselves as we truly ARE, then we can love each other. That includes accepting our own detachment towards the suffering of others. Loving ourselves is the point of departure.
Mia
Happy St. Paddy’s to all of ye! Me Irish ancestors are all in celebration, somewhere — I hope none of you hurt yourself with yours.
Thank you GaryB, most kind comment — and thank you as well to Christy and Smailing. So glad you’ve joined our discussion and delighted to know you have found something helpful here.
And you’re right, be, idyllic … if not ideal. I am well accompanied here by critters, trees, waterways, geological resonance, an unobstructed sky, all the extraordinary things a pastoral life provides and I, too, am happy that I am free to embrace all those things, but I pay for them with lack of access to much else. Mine is not a ‘convenient’ life, but it’s rich on many levels and almost affordable in a world gone money-mad. I’ll see if I can find the Mtn. Astrologer piece — thanks for the suggestion.
You’ve painted a very potent-word picture of the Full Moon period to come, kiddo — I keep thinking it takes extreme heat to temper steel; and that which does not kill us, yadda. Bill Moyers had a synchronous [to your mention of Rachel Carson] presentation on climate today. Well worth a look, in case anyone missed it:
http://www.commondreams.org/video/2013/03/16
Agreed, P. Sophia, it requires everyday discipline to question our perceptions, listen for our ego defense, open to a bigger picture, hear the Inner voice. It takes courage to surrender the safe, comforting borders of our absolutes, inviting in the chaos of self-discovery. It’s only when we surrender what we’re SURE of, that we can create a void-space for something new to inform us. I like the Braille context you suggest, that we’re developing a sensitized ‘touch’ to make our way in the dark — we’re growing our ‘feelers!’
Hi Mia, I see you read Will Pitts’ piece this week. So did I. In fact, as I contemplated his epiphany, much of what I had to say this week took form.
Blessed be, all of you — thank you for contributing this weekend. I appreciate you!
William Rivers Pitt | Waking From My Moral Coma
Wednesday, 13 March 2013 09:07 By William Rivers Pitt, Truthout | Op-Ed
I’ve been having trouble with mirrors lately. When I look these days, I see a bastard staring back, a stranger, a guy who should be ashamed of himself.
He is.
A long, long time ago, I wrote this: “America is an idea, a dream. You can take away our cities, our roads, our crops, our armies, you can take all of that away, and the idea that is America will still be there, as pure and great as anything conceived by the human mind.”
I still believe that, and therein lies the problem. I am a sucker for that dream, that idea, and for the last few years I allowed it to seduce me.
Hunter S. Thompson had Richard Nixon as his white whale, and while I would never in Hell think to compare myself to The Doctor, we share a similar experience, insofar as George W. Bush was my white whale. Deep in the heart of those Nixon years, Thompson lamented about “what a fantastic monument to all the best instincts of the human race this country might have been, if we could have kept it out of the hands of greedy little hustlers like Richard Nixon.” So it was, for me, with Bush.
From the moment the Supreme Court decision came down in 2000 that gifted the White House to Bush, to the moment he was finally and forever out of power, I resisted him and his works, because I knew what he represented, what he was about, and what he was doing to my beloved country. My instincts were finely honed, and I gave probably a million words – in print, and spoken aloud on the road for some 800,000 miles – to the cause of thwarting him and everything he stood for.
And now? Now I’m suddenly wondering where that guy has been. He sure as hell isn’t the one I see in the mirror. He lapsed into a moral coma, lulled by his idea of America and by the election of someone who can talk the birds out of the trees even as the lumberjacks clear-cut the forest.
Make no mistake, now: that’s not an “Obama is the same as Bush” argument. Nobody is Bush, because Bush stands alone, and whoever makes that kind of equivalency either slept through the first eight years of this century, hit their head and forgot what those eight years were like, or is trying to sell you something.
The issue is not about Obama being the same as Bush. The issue is the fact that it doesn’t matter a tinker’s damn who sits in that fine round room. I believe Mr. Obama to be a better man than his predecessor, and if we had ham, we could have ham and eggs, if we had eggs.
I believe in the idea that is America, but I also believe in Tomas Young, who was re-introduced to me by way of a Chris Hedges article that should be mandatory reading for every sentient American on the continent. Young was shot through the spine and permanently paralyzed during his deployment to Iraq, and later went on to be one of the first veterans to actively and publicly denounce the war…and now? Now, after a number of physical setbacks, he actively seeks his own death, but lacks the capability to do it himself, and will not allow anyone to finish things for him. So he sits in hospice and waits to die.
I believe in the idea that is America, but Tomas Young is dying because he believed, too. He is dying, and the people who delivered him to the slow sunset of his death remain utterly unmolested by the rule of law we Americans take so much misguided pride in. I live with my idea of America in one hand, and the dying light of Tomas Young in the other, and when I look in the mirror, I cannot meet my own eyes. I spent all those years fighting against everything that is ending Tomas Young’s life, I made documenting their serial crimes my life’s work…and then I let it slide, because Bush was gone, and I couldn’t summon the necessary energy to remain outraged over the fact that they all got away with the crime of the millennium scot-free.
It is enough.
I am finished with the moral geometry that says this is better than that, which makes this good. This is not good; this is, in fact, intolerable. Allowing the perpetrators of war crimes – widely televised ones at that – to retain their good name and go on Sunday talk shows as if they had anything to offer besides their ideology of murder and carnage is intolerable. Entertaining the idea that the billions we spend preparing for war cannot be touched, and so the elderly and the infirm and the young and the weak and the voiceless must pay the freight instead, is intolerable.
The pornography of America’s global killing spree is intolerable, and, by the by, I am sick of hearing about drones. A child killed by a Hellfire missile that was fired from a drone is exactly, precisely as dead as a child killed by a Hellfire missile fired from an Apache attack helicopter, precisely as dead as a child killed by a smart bomb, precisely as dead as a child killed by a sniper, precisely as dead as a child killed by a land mine, or by a cruise missile, or by any of the myriad other ways instant death is dealt by this hyper-weaponized nation of ours.
Exactly, precisely as God damned dead, and the blood is on our hands regardless of the means used to do the killing. The issue is not the drones. The issue is our hard, black hearts, and the grim fact that the debate in this country right now is not about whether the killing is wrong, but about the most morally acceptable way of going about that killing. Drones are bad, but snipers are better, because you don’t hear the buzzing sound in the sky before your lights go out forever. Or something.
It is the killing, it is the permanent war, it is our deranged national priorities. It is the system we live under which requires the serial deaths of all those innocents to maintain our economic health that should appall us. We sup upon the blood and bonemeal that is the byproduct of the idea that is America, and we sleep. And we sleep.
I mean to face the stranger in the mirror tomorrow, and so I must acknowledge my own culpability in all this. I am to blame; I went to sleep, because I have an idea of America that I cling to desperately, and so I bought into the soothing nonsense of cosmetic change even as the sound of the same old gears ground on around me.
I am sorry.
I still believe in that idea.
And I am awake.
Yes. I agree, fully: reading your writing, Judith, is mindclearing, heartwarming and upliftig. Highly. And when we keep our minds clear and our hearts warm, we can find order in chaos and control in surrender: new patterns arise, wich can be supported with every breath we take and every move we make. That´s how it always starts – and how real spring feels like.
Thank you Jude for your words and feeling. About your observations …in our wrestlings with security. “It’s is all about control, isn’t it?” But, Evolution is the opposite of control (outside ourselves) and begins with surrender; responsibility (which can only be found inside ourselves). “That’s probably why it’s so painful for so many to come to.”
Amen! It feels like a new sense is being developed beyond the blind reaching out in the dark. It is definitely the next step in learning, personally i commit to working on everyday, to continually gaining rest in letting go…
The paragraph that GaryB highlights is exactly the one that shines out brightest to me, too, the one that I’m excerpting to share with friends to invite them to read this whole post.
Judith, thanks so much for informing and encouraging and illuminating us so steadily and deeply. Every week I look forward to reading your essays and always feel both inspired and calmed by your combination of political analysis, grounded personal experience, and soulful reminder of what’s really real (and every week I mean to log in and say thank you, and then get distracted! so now belated thanks for every thing you’ve ever written here).
Today I also especially resonate with the invitation to “allow our senses to interpret what’s going on, defy tradition and fertilize our plants a few weeks ahead of schedule” – as one of my friends says, to recover the legitimacy of being internally referenced (where our heart communication with Big Heart resides) rather than externally referenced or dictated to (not that it’s unimportant to be externally responsive, but we can choose not to privilege what we’re told over our embodied knowing). Still, it’s a practice, and taking our place and orienting towards freedom can sometimes be anxiety-provoking.
be, thanks too to you, for your very generous reflections and erudite contributions. I always learn a lot from everyone who writes for/to planetwaves & though I rarely comment, I am always appreciative.
Love the sound of your environs Jude. Wow, even a red fox! It all sounds idyllic when you describe the flora and fauna and critters and I’m happy for you. It’s your people that don’t quite fit the picture, but I digress.
There is a fascinating article in the Mt. Astrologer magazine for Feb/March 2013 called Silent Spring and a Frankenstorm Fall. If you haven’t already read this piece by Kathy Allen, you should. I would just like to note that she includes several charts, and in Rachel Carson’s birthchart her Mercury (writing) at 8 Gemini is right about where transiting Jupiter (the big picture) has been until this past week. Trans. Pluto (elimination) has almost reached (but will retrograde beforehand) Rachel’s Uranus (deliverance) at 12 Capricorn, and the chart for the debut of her book, Silent Spring (9/27/62) has Neptune (dream) where trans. Saturn (construct) was until this weekend, 11 Scorpio. Like you said, “things aren’t just changing, they’ve already changed”.
Getting back to the people though, as whooped up as I am about the chart for the 3/20/13 March Equinox, it’s the chart for the Full Moon one week later that has me panting with anticipation. I think it really is all about the people, at least in the USA. When located for Washington, DC, this chart has 27 Aquarius rising, the same degree as the U.S. Sibly Moon, and we are all gonna feel this one.
As Jupiter and Saturn transit through their cycle that began in Taurus in 2000, they are reaching a point where they are quincunx (150 deg) each other. Their cycle symbolizes the evolution of societies and a quincunx demands adjustment. In this full moon chart both trans. Jupiter and trans. Saturn are at the apex of two different 3-planet aspects called Yods, and each of them is involved in both patterns; the 3rd planet in one being Pluto and the other one Mars, the two rulers of Scorpio, sign of transformation and shared resources.
Maybe we could say that all Full Moon charts are about “the people”, but this one in Libra seems to demand something from all of us in order to find balance and be able to move on. I believe you said it best Jude, “evolution begins with surrender”.
In this full Moon chart for March 27, in Washington DC, with the US Moon on the asc., the Moon in the 7th house opposes a 1st house with Neptune, Mercury, Chiron, Venus, Sun, Uranus and Mars. The people (Moon) are outnumbered. Jupiter and Saturn have their marching orders as point-planet for their respective yods, and things will have to be surrendered for our society to evolve. In 9 months trans Saturn and Jupiter will be in their harmoneous trine, one way or the other. Something tells me it will happen in quick order because the day after the full moon, as Mercury conjuncts Saturn, Venus, the Sun and Uranus will all be together at 8 Aries.
Transiting Uranus will move on forward and finally station retrograde, then return to this degree and station direct. That will happen this December, a few days after Saturn and Jupiter make their cooperative trine, and just a few days before the Winter Solstice when Venus stations retrograde as she conjuncts the U.S. Pluto, and just as the Moon’s nodes (destiny) form a grand fixed cross (crossroads) with the U.S. natal nodes. Mars will be at 6 Libra, exactly where the full Moon will be 11 days from now. We the people must keep our eyes on the prize during these spring and summer days; progress will find a way.
be
“With 0 degrees Aries looming, with Mars having come home to his own potent power, it’s important to take a breath, find our peace, understand the energies that push us forward. There is appearance of stalemate all around us, obstruction so strong it will take all of us pushing behind the battering ram to make the changes we wish. But there is also, here in the increasing vibration of Vernal Equinox, a growing sense of the power behind our ability to create anew, girded with a love of our common humanity and an evolved sense of expectation”
Beautiful !!! You have a way with words.
Thanks Judith