Turbulence as We Rise

There’ll be turbulence. …The plane’s
supposed to shudder, shoulder on
like this. It’s built to do that. You’re
designed to tremble too. Else break
Higher you climb, trouble in mind
lungs labor, heights hurl vistas
Oxygen hangs ready
overhead. In the event put on
the child’s mask first. Breathe
-Adrienne Rich

As the world stirs back to life and while the communication planet Mercury is in touchy-feely-foggy Pisces, I am most guided by poetry—by the gorgeous grit of Adrienne Rich in particular. This stanza feels poignant because as vaccines become available, as new regimes struggles to set things right, as spring begins to spring, it’s easy to lose our center. To finally succumb to the turbulence we haven’t had the luxury to process until now. Now is when we most need that divine energy that always surrounds us, sees us, supports us. Is us.

The easiest way to connect to it? Breathe. Breathe deeply, diaphragmatically, chakratically. Then breathe some more. We all need that child’s mask because we are all that unruly, fearful, absolutely beloved child.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy