I am surrounded by serenity – peaceful countryside, sleepy villages, hibernating bears, horses and cows who chew hay in the winter pasture and exhale vapor into the cold mountain air.
But something’s amiss.
I don’t feel this serenity on the inside.
I feel stirred up, heavy, dissatisfied, restless.
World events seep into my hide-out, issue a call for action. What can I do? Should I do anything? What is my personal responsibility? What will I do with all my skills and expertise – flowers don’t feud over their religion, they are united within the Church of Nature. Trees share soil and air space so many can thrive together. Animals do not create foreign matter that has no place anywhere. But people….they don’t do so well when they are hurt and traumatized and tend to turn on themselves or others. I know how to help people heal in their broken places – but do I want to step into the ring, again?
Perhaps it’s the winter blahs, perhaps it’s intuition letting me know that things are building up, shifting into formation. Perhaps spring will let me know what I am called to do, and which direction to go.
Until then, at least there is serenity in my vicinity:
More on Serenity at the Daily Post.