I’m just gonna go ahead and thank Mr. Drumpf for pushing me over the edge of reason, beyond rational response and on into ontological free-fall. You are an unwelcome chaotic force unleashed on the world through pent-up primate rage at an increasingly complicated problem set. I remain unimpressed by your antics and determined to spite your efforts through magic. Yes, magic. If you can’t be yourself in the age of ‘alternative facts‘, when can you? Thanks for giving be permission to own something I’ve concealed for years. You, sir, have galvanized hedgefolk everywhere and given every unique snowflake cause to form an ice storm against your mal-intended designs.
I wear a face to meet the faces that you meet; how else can I wear that same face?
I invoke the powers of ice and frost to bind and confuse you, Mr. 45, to freeze your momentum and drain your efforts of their energy. I cause you to become heavy with the deep sleep of winter, to be transmuted into a bad dream and expelled from the Earth in a cloud of dust, destined to be burnt up in the Sun. I neutralize your acidity by adding my basic human decency, and unweave all of your lies as soon as they fall from your mouth. I require nothing to do this but to hold your image in mind and project my intent, not to do harm, but to protect and to heal. Henceforth, I declare myself a devotee to the wild places, of the cunningfolk, in the interest of furthering a course toward equilibrium on Earth.
Me with my back to you; drawing and oil study by painter Laura Tundel.
The moment having been forced to it’s crisis, I feel relieved to turn and to lean into the current of resistance. I also feel awakened to injustice, but also to my senses, to my self. Like I was waiting for someone to say ‘go’ or something. I am reminded of the image of a frog in a boiling pot of water, tolerating the gradual increase in heat until it dies. The pot was already overboiling, now, how do we get out of it alive? I am guilty of smug assurances, of not expecting the worst, of freaking out rather than remaining calm. But I’m also encouraged, quickened, and activated to perform a role, though I am still learning what it is about.
“I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.
Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.
We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn’t you say you were a believer? Didn’t you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn’t you ask for grace? Don’t you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?” – Clarissa Pinkola Estes