Post Eclipse Tangles

The mad season has passed in a tumbleweed of inexplicable plot twists. By now we have all had time to catch our breath, stretch our freshly minted wings or climb shakily back to our feet, and begin to survey our adjusted ground zero. Making sense of where we find ourselves now is the only job at hand. It requires the toughest ask for anyone with a monkey mind capable of epic delusion (all of us) or a penchant for laying the blame / cause / responsibility for the shape of our lives on someone else's front step.

We are each required to see precisely what lies in front of us now.

Sure the far horizon has been artfully obscured by our lady of shadows: all the better to bring your focus back to where you stand. Undoubtedly what has been recently, blatently, shockingly revealed is a truth that is only obscured at your own risk: all the better to help you chew it or swallow it whole. The clouds block the sun and the trees at times seem to crowd out the sky: all the better to keep your feet on the ground, your energy contracted and fully engaged only by what is left about you.

If you can't go on, sit down until you can. If you cannot see a way forward, wait for it to be revealed to you. Give yourself all the time you need to fully digest What It All Means, as it twists and turns in your trembling belly. In the face of your gaping jaw, maintain hope, engage faith and do not allow yourself to be pulled backwards off the cliff by catastrophe or drama. Those who resist their forward motion struggle mightily under such skies.

Instead wrap the trees tightly about you and let the clouds be your blanket for now. If the feeling grateful imperative for these oh so revealing lessons is still causing your lip to curl umbecomingly, trade insouciant gratitude for a daily optimism practice and excavate possibility. Keep your eyes peeled for the dazzling light that always comes once the tempest has passed, reminding you there's a pot of gold out there with your name on it.

Words C. Kerrie Basha, 2017