Politics and Change, a Perspective

Our current political situation is for us now like the Vietnam war was for those present in the sixties.  

It exposes much emotion and scratches the skin off so we can see the blood that is always flowing beneath. It challenges our daily routines with jiggetty-jaggetty regularity. 

“Things” are changing, and they need to change. Old and outdated ways of being become increasingly uncomfortable and eventually unsustainable.  It shows up in our politics mainly because politics are a creation and symptom of the people of the time. 

We see through the lens of what we are interested in. Politics is one of the lenses but the change that is always in progress can be seen through any  lens that suits, religion, spirituality, food, art, nature, science, technology, sexuality, etcetera. 

There are always those people who can see and feel a rainstorm before there is a visible cloud on the horizon. We feel change first. We feel it deep in our beings. The amazing thing about this is, the simple act of feeling helps to bring space for that which needs to be to make a more graceful  transition possible, not only for ourselves but for others.

For me, the most graceful place to be in this time of change is ironically in my changeless place, in the me that is before time and space, before light and darkness were separated. 

The amazing and slightly tricky part is that we are manifested on a planet/dimension that requires actions on the physical and emotional level for change/transition/also known as life.

My secret/not so secret joy is that my life can be an experience and expression of all that is, on all levels, infinitely in every direction, and all of this while I am fixing my morning egg, using the outhouse, or protesting racial inequities and denials of basic human rights.  To clarify, when I say “all that is”, I am talking about that which is at the center and in every molecule of all that is.

Living is an interesting experiment in human and all-that-is  integration. I digress!

 Thank you  

Photo by Terry Ross

Nighttime shining  on the mountains