These Difficult Days

Hope, Love, And Community.

The results of last week’s presidential election were excruciatingly difficult to process. For those of us who believe in equality, justice, and freedom for all, it was a blow to the solar plexus, and a realization that we’ve stepped back into a history we thought we’d left behind.

After an essential period of grieving, screaming in the car, swearing, or doing whatever we need to do in order to release our shock, anger, and fear about what’s ahead of us, we need to return to our loving, spiritual community, to heal, take action and as John Lewis said, “make good trouble.” Each of us will have differing ideas of how we might be of service to our country. For instance, the days of marching, picketing, and participating in physically resistant activities, are in my rear view mirror.

But, what I can do, is gather with you to journey, to transfigure, to pray, to sing, and to express our feelings over our country’s new trajectory. I can make small monetary contributions to action committees like the ACLU, to organizations that protect and defend our rapidly changing climate, the forest and ocean animals, birds, the health of our water, air, and the Earth herself. I can create art of any sort or beauty in my home and surroundings, say hello to my neighbors, smile at the stranger I pass in a store or on the sidewalk.

Of greatest importance is that we don’t lose faith in our abiity to persevere, and that we not give up on the hope that, with time, our individual and collective power will reverse our country’s current trajectory and we’ll once again be free to live in a thriving democracy.

I take solice in reading and listening to inspiring words, podcasts, and listening to soothing music I encounter online. Often, I return to absorbing Wendell Berry’s words from a poem that invariably inspires me to slow down, to take stalk of life’s bigger picture, freely offered by nature.

WENDELL BERRY

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Ahh….”rest in the grace of the world,” words that soothe my soul.

I want to be of service to this community. Please tell me how I can help you within this community; send me a message about your thoughts by clicking on the link below. Once I’ve collected your thoughts about ways that I could be of service to this evergrowing community of, now over 2,000 followers, I’ll be back in touch with my ideas on how to proceed.

In the meantime, while i continue working on the changes to my memoir, during three days a week I work individually with clients who’ve requested my assistance. All my sessions are via Zoom; we can meet for a session regardless of your physical location.

Visit my website: www.dorycote.com to request a session. During these tumultuous days we all need spiritual help, whether it’s with a soul retrieval, the removal of non-beneficial energies, healing ancestral wounds or patterns, or accessing power through a divination journey, I’m here and available to help.

Keep the faith and, after I’ve read all your messages, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks with ideas about how we might create ceremony, drum or journey together, or for any other purposes you might have suggested.

Blessings of hope for a bright future, Dory