Am I supposed to read the news, and see images like the one above — and not forget about my own ‘powers?’ What powers? My soul can barely handle what’s coming at us day and night. I don’t know where my strength or my power even is, so maybe I’ve already abandoned it.
There’s this weird disconnect I feel from the chaos, the criminal violence, murder, rampage going on with no seeming consequences. I feel impotent and numb, and I’m trying to stumble my way back into real connection, however I can.
So I’ll take you through my attempt at figuring out what to do, when there’s nothing I can do.
Join me tomorrow (thurs), live on Instagram, 7pm
Gonna read an excerpt from my new fantasy novel, StoryEarth Chronicles: The Sting Baby. Could be fun. Show up and message me with your name and address while we’re live — and you will receive a very cool, free gift direct from my heart to yours.
And in the world, there is also this.
This rose gave me her face when I was in California at a workshop honoring old age. Blessings to all beings, of any species, any any age. May we learn to give and receive love and peace and understanding. To everyone (which is the hard part.)