You can’t make this shit up.
Synchronicity is happening all the time.
Where to begin? Are you ready for a run on sentence?
Dropping my son at the airport, visiting his older brother, weaving in and out of the concrete jungle, having an “out of body moment” while observing materialism, “Jase, I can literally feel the earth breathing under all that has been built upon it. I’m so sad for the earth, I can feel it groaning. The world is going to hell in a handbasket.” Getting home, feeling so stripped down emotionally, and not just about the world at large but my own little world, can’t stop crying, naked, vulnerable, anxiety, panic, and fear so intense my chest feels like it’s going to explode. Thinking how unimportant I am, and think “Kate the poet is important”, go and read her latest poem and it’s about the irony of being important/unimportant, Wake up, read a post about moms making a stink over happy meal toys because they were concerned about the environment, part of my response: “Hey there crazy moms, how about you stop buying fast food, grow a garden, milk a cow, and put up a chicken coop all with recycled items. Get your frantic asses to the landfill and build yourself an empire! Now that would be newsworthy.” Head to the hospital for a brain MRI during which I decide to meditate and the vision that appears is me, part of the earth, covered in mud, with the roots of trees wrapped around my limbs, me, in perfect peace, I hear “you are a daughter of the universe, fix your crown”, to the bank to pay rent, the sweet teller so lost in her mind and seeing us as NEXT, doesn’t get our jokes until minutes later and then finally makes eye contact, go get an oil change, all the while feeling the discomfort of how lost people are, seeing everyone looking at their phones with their perfect nails, hair and clothing, T.V.’s in every waiting room full of Christmassy bullshit, and how to loose weight BEFORE the holiday, what, we are starting before the holiday now, if only we could loose the weight of nonsense that we buy into, read another poem by my favorite poet, her blog is a thousand bits of paper, if you’re interested, the poem, on how fleeting our lives are, so fitting for what I’m observing. Go home and see the wild turkey’s that I see EVERYDAY, but today I feel like photographing them, today I feel a connection to the god damned turkeys, I feel love for them, go about the rest of the day, talk to Jase about Carl Jung, sit down to blog, hmmm I wonder what the spiritual meaning of a turkey is, what a random fucking thought:
The Turkey is all about the fullness of life and feeling content with what we have instead of accumulating material belongings.
The Turkey is about honoring nature and the Earth. It’s a symbol of abundance. This bad ass bird encourages us to honor our nourishment: physical, emotional and spiritual. The turkey is about having a relationship with the land and our environment.
You lovely fucking bird. Not to mention it was thanksgiving a few days ago, we ate tofu green curry, REALLY thankful for that.
Synchronicity at it’s finest. And who do you think came up with the concept of Synchronicity, Carl Jung.
I personally did not know that, I looked it up, AFTER Jase and I had just been talking about Carl Jung and “shadow” work.
Tonight I feel comfort. A lot was spoken in the past 24 hours and not because I’m important or special, but by some stroke of divine light my heart was listening. What I heard my have zero impact on you.
I needed to be reminded of the fact that WE ARE HELD.
WE ARE HELD by something much larger than what we can comprehend.