“As everything hangs in the balance, we look for comfort”
Today marks the end of week four. Four weeks of the highest intensity, four weeks of everything hanging as high up in the air as possible. Hanging in tenuous balance. Four weeks of learning what it is truly like to be powerless. For the last three and a half years my life had taken on a strange position. It was a position of firsts. I experienced a series of events that I was not in a position to control. It was the first time in my own life that I experienced this type of helplessness, this powerlessness. I wonder, really wonder if it was training ground for dealing with this Pandemic.
Last evening, among all else that I am made to witness here, that we are made to endure, I witnessed a violent accident of a young kid speeding down Pac Hwy with another driver (racing), he lost control of his vehicle and hit the power pole serving our neighborhood. We lost power for the evening. I drove home from the epicenter of the accident to a darkened house. I lit a candle, gave up the ghost and went to bed. This morning, I realize that four weeks of intensity has it’s bearings on a human. Yes, I run during the day to brush off excess anxiety, I take my vitamins, I get sleep, but these old time remedies are proving to be a small gesture in the crested wave of the most powerful intensity I’ve ever felt in my life. I dig out my old Tea of Tranquility recipe. I am hoping against hope that this day truly marks the beginning of making all things new. Begin Again
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