Waiting on the World to Change

OK, I confess. I have been procrastinating writing this newsletter. I couldn't get a grip. Half way into 2012, the drought, bringing on a nagging sense of abnormality and my conscience wiggling uncomfortably between truth and what I know people want to hear. The Shift is upon us, bearing down, actually, and paradoxically we can seem more stuck than ever.

Barbara Hand Clow recently stated during a "fireside" chat that immediately upon hearing about the "Dark Night Rising" massacre she went into deep meditation. May I suggest that we all do the same, especially during times of mass consciousness manipulation? With fervor, we can hold the light. 

As I write this, some of your minds are being held captivate by the Olympic games in good ole' reptilian London-town. Fortunately, many (as many??) others perceive these events as gross, though glittery, displays of primitive consciousness. We are unable to watch billions of pounds being spent this way while so many people and issues rot away in obscurity.

The summer of 2012 may be remembered as one filled with uncanny extremes. May these challenges compel us to go deeper, examine our behaviors to rout out our undiscovered parts, trusting that our personal work contributes to collective healing.

One of my summer's highlights was listening to a lifelong friend (she and I share the same namesake) spontaneously quote Rumi from memory:

"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth? 

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home."

 

In a few more weeks the election marketers will crank up more waves of mind control. They will be screaming vociferously across the HD airwaves, trying, unsuccessfully, to drown out the subtle, soft light of the Indian summer sun.  

 

Heart of the Heaven, Heart of the Earth, Heart of the Wind and Heart of the Water, we have so much gratitude for your wisdom - to break out of this prison for drunks!

 

con amor,

bjs   

 

PS- In this newsletter, I've been trying to have John Mayer's "Waiting on the World to Change" playing for you in the back ground, BUT it keeps getting pre-empted by NBC's ad for the Olympics.  Foiled again! 

 

Dedicated to the inner journey through yoga, meditation and Mayan wisdom since 2001.