Greetings:
I have been dumfounded to have come to a fearful intimidated stage of reality in my greater world's daily experience at an age of seniority that should be spent enjoying grace and repose.
What was all that curious and courageous learning and practicing and discovery of shaping one's personal existence about if an invisible threat can dominate with a certain chance of peril?
Oh, those poor people out there suffering. Ah, the loyal mass of helpers and givers. The shock but not surprise at the greedy pushy, hateful desperate grabbing and accusing, blaming and rejecting ones who carry dis-ease. We are in the vivid reality of a universal Chance to Choose.
And now, may the real me please stand up and make a move toward self (expanded) improvement and stability? Will our homes be there tomorrow or will we be victims of the social rush to evict? Can our families stay well or must we navigate the medical morass to heal? Is there enough money (accepted symbol of energy exchange) to buy food?
It is not What we choose, but How we get through a bigger than life challenge. Make it through the labyrinth of possibilities, outcome ever unknown.
Who really cares? Yes, we are still here but the fun is missing. Turn this page. Will, Thought, Feeling, Action may be out of balance but we are inherently intact and have unlimited regeneration abilities (they say). Get going. Stand up. Refuse to fight the Other. Create anew. We mark the pathways with our souls.
If this is all 'the way it is supposed to be' for our mutual evolution, perhaps we have been reading the wrong book.
All Love, Ann
