There is something slow and earthy about living in tune with the continually changing world around us. I leave Florida when the Magnolia trees are in full blossom. Whether or not we follow the movements of the stars or the time of the tides to make decisions, many of us have started comparing the benefits of doing more—to doing less.
March is women’s history month. A roster of women’s names scrolled across my mind as potential blog ideas. I’d read biographies of amazing women, and the internet would provide thousands more. I’d pluck out Fab Five Women, telling of their turning points and milestones.
A more subtle trend is also brewing, an inner quest, a spiritual expansion. Instead of building rockets to reach Venus or Mercury, we feel a calling to journey to the core of our being, call it our essence or unconditioned Consciousness. In ancient teachings, it was referred to as the Christ within or Buddha-nature.
We are waking up to what is. The depth of our racism blew me away, especially the part that was in me. My kids point it out when I used words with coded meaning. “Mom, saying it was a black man was not necessary for the story.” But saying no malice intended is no longer good enough. Most older people in this country are unaware racists, and denying it only confirms it. Acceptance that we are begins our healing.
An email from Amazon invites me to set up a book club using the Amazon platform. It got me thinking about the impact books could have on us. What if we treated our book club selection as a sacred reading to open communications with ourselves to better understand who we are?