The World Is Splitting Apart
Yesterday I woke up feeling agitated, and today I awoke having written this entire essay in my sleep. The dream version was incredibly articulate so let's hope that this lives up to it.
Somewhere in all of that, I finally figured out what has been griping my cookies —
Stop trying to weigh me down with your limited thinking.
Weeks prior to the election, a vision of hot air balloons came to me. Hot air balloons filed the skyline as far as the eye could see. The majority of them had taken flight, but a few remained tethered to the ground for the last remaining people willing to take the leap.
As I approached, the conversation hit my ears, "We're leaving with or without you. It's time."
Those of us who have spent the past few years elucidating the opportunities and dangers of the energetic world know exactly what that means without my having to elaborate. We've done the explaining. We've offered the rope for you to climb into the basket. We've shown you the wisdom that resides within you so that you don't have to turn to the well known charlatans and liars.
At some point it's time to pull up the rope ladder and take flight.
photo credit: Pleasantville (1998)
