Late last week and and through last weekend, I experienced a rush of positive energies. At drop-in tennis that Thursday, I found my way to an energetic shift like I'd never experienced before. On Friday, during my drive back from New Mexico, I made space to do some processing of the events of the past few weeks. (The northern New Mexico landscape, beautiful and remote, supports that space. Even the interstate is nearly empty, making the drive between Las Vegas, NM, and Raton a great time to sink into whatever you're feeling and thinking). And then it was a great weekend, two days of open energy, including a fun party and some good times with friends. I went to bed Sunday night exhausted but with an open heart. I woke up Monday morning feeling similarly open-hearted, and, yeah, went straight to my phone to see if any of the people I'm currently thrilled to hear from had sent me a message since the night before. No messages. Since the phone was in my hands, I did a quick glance at the New York Times website, and that's when I learned of the massacre in Las Vegas.
It hit me with the weight of fist. The bruise it left on my heart, remains tender with sadness.
As I have watched the expansion of flow in my life, manifesting in ways that are often indistinguishable from magic, I know that this exact same expansion is increasingly available to all who seek it. We have only begun to glimpse our highest potential.
In the same world in which flow expands by the day, a man possessed by some cold demonic hatred brought an arsenal into a hotel room and rained death into a crowd whose only crime was enjoying themsevles.
On my good days, I believe the increase in flow is a great gathering wave, ready to sweep toward a better world all that lies before it.
On the bad ones--like when I wake to news of a bloodbath--I wonder if this will forever be our fate: that every step forward will be met with a commensurate act of resistance. If our surging movement toward completeness evokes a sickness of annihilation.
I pray: can not the surging wave of love put an end to all this evil? But also: what other choice do we have, but to try?