Little Blogs 2

It might be because I am now 72, but it seems to me that the world as I knew it is crumbling away day by day. The current election campaign has heightened the speed of the crumbling, it seems to me - as the various political players desperately tie themselves in knots of speeches and visits and arguments - and nowhere do I hear a consistent concern for those who need it most. The Millenials take center stage, while those over sixty who have paid in their life's blood for their future are now fighting for its service.

In the midst of it all, the only "stillpoint" is to hold it all equally and invite the emergence. We are in a moment of high transformation, and holding the opposites in tension is what allows it to emerge.

As for me, connecting each day with the forest, the river, the stars - each and every plant and tree I encounter - all of which brings me again and again out of my pull towards the "news" is my anchor and the place of belonging. Even a few moments of it a day will do.

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23.11 | 19:20

Hi Marilyn...can you share your writing when there's a chance? Love to read some!

04.01 | 19:04

Thanks, Andie...that's it exactly ! So glad you experienced it!

04.01 | 18:36

'Whatever you need
and wherever you go next -
will come to you'
My holiday experience.

28.12 | 15:12

Hi Brenda,
I've just finished reading The Choice - got it from the public library. What an amazing story and an unbeatable spirit. I'll check out youtube now