Pink Super Moon Apocalypse
Day 36 — Pink Super Moon Apocalypse
There is something apocalyptic about Super Pink Moons. Not as menacing as a “Blood” moon, but still, during this pandemic, it carries some synchronistic mysterious energy…
Apocalypse.
There’s a word.
apocalypse — to uncover, reveal
We’re definitely in an apocalyptic moment right now.
I don’t say this because of the catastrophic loss and suffering that our species is experiencing with this virus.
I say this because the crisis we’re experiencing is revealing and uncovering truths about who we are — individually, communally, societally, etc.
We are seeing some of the best and worst of one another.
We are seeing some elected leaders rise to this challenge with wisdom and effectiveness (through the power of together) while others are being blown around by the winds of popular opinion and their own selfish desires.
We’re seeing the courage and servant hearts of health workers and grocery workers and others. At the same time, some are using this crisis as an opportunity to exploit — whether it be the small stakes price-gougers or the big time greed-driven push by Big Oil (and Big Banks) to get the Keystone Oil Pipeline built.
Some of this stuff has me boiling inside. It makes me think of the Bible verse from the book titled Revelation (which is a translation of the Greek word apokalypsis),
“and the time has come to destroy those who destroy the earth…”
I feel my fist clench, as I crank up “Take the Power Back” by Rage Against the Machine — and we force this revolution RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
Or maybe, less dramatically, and even less effectively in terms of actually changing anything, I spend all my time listening to news stories that will justify my pissed-off-ness at whoever it is I’m holding anger towards — my scapegoat for all the world’s problems. I load up on my facts and my arguments to dismiss entire portions of the human population — those idiots who are ruining it all. And I stew in my anger and self-righteousness, creating more distance between myself and the other. All while the other mirrors my behavior back with their facts and their arguments. Leaving us both distracted with our trench digging and blame-grenade lobbing.
And this doesn’t just happen around politics. This can happen with whose turn it is to do the dishes. It can even happen within one’s own self.
All the while, the body count rises, the earth suffers severely from human consumption, and the pink moon travels the night sky.
WTF.
What are we doing?
Who are we?
apocalypse…
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Breathe
Breathe…
The best and the worst exist in me. The healer and the exploiter exist in me. The victim and the executioner exist in me.
The revolution starts with a breath.
— Awareness of our fear, our anger, our confusion, our distractedness.
The revolution begins with compassion.
— Acceptance of my humanity — and other’s.
Of my earthiness — and all other’s.
So,
I will continue to sit in silence
and to act
and to work for healing
and to rest
and to rely on the care of a power greater than myself
that I feel coming up through the dirt as I walk the woods
that I know in the deepening relationships of community.
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Perigee
And in those increasing moments of clarity — as we begin to breathe through and release fear’s monopoly of story space in our bodies and minds — the truest version of ourselves will rise. Our creativity and our compassion and our care will glow like super moonlight.
