Originally posted on jaradeancoffey.com on November 9, 2021
November 3, 2021.
Standing in the kitchen; watching the day arrive.
I’ve been up since about 4:30 a.m.—wide awake. As I look East out the kitchen sliding glass doors— at first I saw the moon and then I realized Mercury sat right beneath it. The sun rose. They were all together briefly and then the sun was all there was. Night and day coexisting — past, present and future.
Then I remember the date. This time last year so much was in the balance. I remember a tenseness that I could just not release. It was omnipresent.
So today — as I watch the planets share the sky and dawn arriving — I recognize that the tenseness remains but it’s not the dominant feeling. There is now hopefulness.
We did not get here overnight and it’ll take more than a minute to get to new places and yet, I see and feel shifts. That will have to do for now.
Laying on the settee. It is dark now at 6 p.m.
It’s early evening and it feels a bit like spring, temperature wise. The trees are full of vibrant colored leaves and yet due to the rain last week, wildflowers are emerging. I can’t help but think mother nature is reminding me to continue to reject binaries. It is multiplicities and — my favorite that which is yet to be imagined — the possibilities.
November 4, 2021
It’s about 7:30 a.m. A late start for me. I have been thinking about what this day would feel like for a good month or so.
The skies have been magical this past week. The weather river that has been coming and going has brought us a sea of clouds. That — along with the fall sunrise — has produced colors, shades and dimensionality that only hint at the spectacularity of the world we live in.
I write that knowing that we can only bear witness to that truth if we let the planet and us breathe fully, be present and thrive.
As I reflect on this moment 365 days ago, I am full of all the things and knowing that — regardless of the election outcome — what would follow would be yet another expression of how far we have to go to get to the possibilities; to move towards equity, justice and liberation.
So as the sky turns to a pale blue and the clouds move across the horizon, I settle into the truth that we are not done. We are in it still.
And on occasion if I pause — look and really see and feel Mother Nature— I am reminded of what is possible for all of us.
Message received.
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