What Was the Question Again?
Q: What Was the Question Again?
A: My heart is pulsing and yearning…and my head? At times spinning or perhaps contemplating. Breath is my sanctuary and reminds me I am alive and have been held from the moment I arrived here. My body is both tired and energized while my creativity is afire or teasing me out of overwhelm. I have the privilege of choice and I notice this, again. My language is unknown because I am still in poetic Montessori and have so much to discover. My appetite is shifting, the cravings come and go; I look for a distraction and somehow chocolate never lets me down. The frenzy is beyond...the news I don’t watch except for Stephen Colbert, the tasteless joke of our current POTUS is a call to action, the gunshots, the arid earth, the confusion, death by not enough likes, oh my.
The collective conversation is heightened, awareness is awakening, the carpets are being shaken, the dust underneath and the smoke in the skies are choking us. Cleansing is a necessity…to purify our mind first and foremost. The journey is long, and Pluto continues to sail through Capricorn with only the mercy and promise of death, rebirth and transformation. Politics and Art, Art and Politics. We are the voice, the emotion, the cause and the effect of everything we see or avoid. When I look outside myself I witness the tornado, the swirl of this moment and am in awe. When I look inside myself, I still see this same reflection of the world, and yet realize I have a key to change it, from within. Where else would I look for all I have ever hoped for? Peace, love, communion with planets and stars? Haven’t I learned it is not out there? What was the question again? Well, at least I know that love is the answer.
