I was thinking about Love this morning. (Truer, perhaps, is that Love was thinking about me!) I was mulling over the predictions associated with the end date of the Mayan calendar—the end of a 26,000 year cycle in humanity’s history—said to be Oct. 28, 2011 or December 21, 2012. Those powerful earthquakes that destroyed cities and so many lives also jarred the Earth, moving her off her axis; I read somewhere that true North as measured by our compasses is no longer true North. The article said airports and the military are recalibrating.
The earthquakes and powerfully dangerous weather phenomena have made us all wonder—is something life-changing at work on Planet Earth? Will your body or mine die in the next earth-event? Will we choose the Light? What’s next? Those are the key points, aren’t they: What the heck is happening and will we choose the Light?
I’m sure you’ve noticed that in these emergencies, people come from everywhere to help clean up and make repairs. I’ve seen people on the news who travelled solely to help survivors complete the paperwork required by their insurance companies or government agencies. This level of abrupt change and destruction can be frightening, but our human responses are most definitely heartening.
I’ve wondered if the destruction and our responses aren’t central to the subject of The Shift: Why is it we’re suspicious of our neighbors until they need us? Why does it take emergencies to connect us? Perhaps the answer to those questions is our Creator’s message, our Earth Mother’s need. We are created for community and to honor that which deserves our respect. We are created to be together. We are created to heal, so we might as well get to it. After all, it’s why we’re here.
P.S.—I have arrived at my new hometown, whipped but undefeated. I’ve slept and slept and am working through the unpacking. I’ve awakened a couple of times thinking, “Where am I?” and, “What was I thinking?” After all, forty-four years in one town would indicate this could never happen, yet here I am, having an adventure. I’m enjoying a wonderful view from my living room of some very old conifers; I call them my Elders. Yesterday a hummingbird dropped by. How fun!
P.P.S.–A guest post from Michael Brine is next and I will write more about the move soon. Thank you for reading at Notes Along the Path.