Lentil Soup, Wet Jeans & Rose Colored Glasses
Dream About Being Free
I wrapped up my yoga class earlier this week the same way I always do, seated, eyes closed, hands at my heart. I say to the class: “Knowing that we are all connected, and we all share the same breath, we exhale and say…”
It goes on from there but that was the part where I bowed and looked at my feet and felt like a big fat liar.
Are we all connected? This world is in shambles. There is true evil among us. Everything is changing and half the people appear to be OK with things like racism, pedophiles, greed and just brute ugliness.
I don’t feel connected.
My brain tells me this is wrong, I don’t want to connect with those energies.
My heart shows me often - we are all a spark of the same light. In my classes, I call it the oversoul. I describe it like an umbrella soul: we all come here to play out our parts, learn our lessons and then feed it all back to the umbrella. The umbrella is consciousness. The wise all knowing energy behind it all.
The oversoul. Did I make that word up? I don’t even know, and honestly I don’t even care right now.
I am exhausted, my nerves are shot and I need at least 10 days to do nothing in or near the sun where feeling human might be on the docket again.
RFK Jr. is working out in his jeans (his JEANS) with Kid Rock who looks like the worm character from all the Richard Scarry books of my youth (sorry Lowly, but it’s true). And then gets in water? In his jeans? At work? Paid for by US tax dollars? Wet jeans are the things of nightmares but this clown in those wet jeans is truly terror inducing imagery
No, I don’t wish to be connected to that energy. No this man should not be in charge of anyone’s health, other than maybe his and Lowly the worm.
I wake up this morning and read a long-ish article about many of the wellness influencers and spiritual leaders of the last several decades and all their drama and nonsense. Some in the Epstein Files, some not.
I don’t want to be connected to these people either. And yet, I read most of their books. A dozen or so years ago when my health began to reassemble itself, it was in these tomes and leaders that I found meaning. How I so easily gave my power away to these people, who just like me, are in fact, just human. Putting their pants on one leg at a time. Fallible and addicted, craving and alone.
What is even happening right now?
This is Saturn and Neptune connecting in Aries this week. I see it, I feel it and I guess I am still surprised when it shows up so clearly in real life.
Saturn: the barriers and the walls. Neptune: spirit, great love and mystery.
Saturn breaking down those false idols. The dissolving of barriers. Taking off the rose colored glasses. Now we have to build again. Better this time, wiser, with our own power. No one else’s but ours.
Did I read about this big umbrella soul concept from these people? No, I didn’t or if I did, I don’t remember that. I see that in my mind’s eye. I see that from my heart. I KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE. We are in fact all connected.
The amount of ick I feel in this moment is so profound. Nothing makes sense, and everything feels both wrong and up for grabs.
And then, enter the one true gentleman on the white horse to make sense of it all. Bono, otherwise known as Paul David Hewson.
I pause at lunch to make a pot of lentil soup and I get an email that U2 has released a surprise 6 song EP. Thank you Bono for what I know I am about to listen to. Beautiful timing, universe. Well played.
I sit and get emotional listening to these songs.
“You say you’re gonna save the world tonight
You say you’re gonna save the world
And perfect love drives out all fear
Well how’s that going to happen here?”
These lyrics are from “American Obituary,” written for Renee Good. How he just knows how to put words and music to this moment is beyond my imagining.
I do not know what we do next, but I continue to say and feel quite strongly that love is what will push us forward. The time is up for anything else.
If we are all one, as I imagine, and all we do is attack each other, we will never make progress. But I can’t see how I will ever be OK with defending predators and attacking victims while imprisoning and executing innocent people.
Sigh. BIG AUDIBLE SIGH.
“I love you more,
than hate loves war.”
Bono has been doing this for years, and I might argue is a profoundly powerful poet that has been overlooked.
“If I could, through myself, set your spirit free
I’d lead your heart away,
See you break, break away
Into the light and to the day”
I still don’t have the answers, but I do know a house divided will always fall. And yet, WET JEANS have to be where we draw the line.
I jest but really, jeans do not even want to be wet.
“The power of the people is so much stronger
than the people in power.”
In spite of what l don’t know, I hope we can all wake up to better days before too long In the meantime, what can we do?
Love as many people as you can
Be as kind as humanly possible
Remember that everything you consume must move through your body in one way or another so choose wisely (hint, I am talking about the news and social media)
The Tears of Things, one of the songs on the EP is the title of a book by Richard Rohr who I know Bono admires.
The Tears of Things: Prophetic Wisdom for an Age of Outrage, by Richard Rohr. Maybe this is meant to be our next read and the answers will be there. I will let you know.
“Now there is no us or if there is no them.
My eyes were burned from all I learned, there are things I can’t unsee”
Thank you Bono.
“Everybody is my people,
let my people go.”
And one more piece of wisdom:
“Still dream about waking up free as we can be
Forget whatever doesn’t fit, regret none of it.”
Friday February 20 (when Saturn & Neptune meet up) invites us all to make a new bold dream for the future. Let’s not fuck this up. No hate, no power plays, no giving yourself away to people who don’t deserve you. Let’s all dream about waking up free. A place with no division or separation, and definitely no wet jeans.