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Reminders from Mother Nature

Originally posted on jaradeancoffey.com on November 9, 2021

 

November 3, 2021.


Standing in the kitchen; watching the day arrive.


I’ve been up since about 4:30 a.m.—wide awake. As I look East out the kitchen sliding glass doors— at first I saw the moon and then I realized Mercury sat right beneath it. The sun rose. They were all together briefly and then the sun was all there was. Night and day coexisting — past, present and future.


Then I remember the date. This time last year so much was in the balance. I remember a tenseness that I could just not release. It was omnipresent.

So today as I watch the planets share the sky and dawn arriving I recognize that the tenseness remains but it’s not the dominant feeling. There is now hopefulness.

We did not get here overnight and it’ll take more than a minute to get to new places and yet, I see and feel shifts. That will have to do for now.


Laying on the settee. It is dark now at 6 p.m.


It’s early evening and it feels a bit like spring, temperature wise. The trees are full of vibrant colored leaves and yet due to the rain last week, wildflowers are emerging. I can’t help but think mother nature is reminding me to continue to reject binaries. It is multiplicities and — my favorite that which is yet to be imagined — the possibilities.


November 4, 2021


It’s about 7:30 a.m. A late start for me. I have been thinking about what this day would feel like for a good month or so.


The skies have been magical this past week. The weather river that has been coming and going has brought us a sea of clouds. That — along with the fall sunrise — has produced colors, shades and dimensionality that only hint at the spectacularity of the world we live in.


I write that knowing that we can only bear witness to that truth if we let the planet and us breathe fully, be present and thrive.

A butterfly is perched on a flower

As I reflect on this moment 365 days ago, I am full of all the things and knowing that — regardless of the election outcome — what would follow would be yet another expression of how far we have to go to get to the possibilities; to move towards equity, justice and liberation.

So as the sky turns to a pale blue and the clouds move across the horizon, I settle into the truth that we are not done. We are in it still.


And on occasion if I pause — look and really see and feel Mother Nature— I am reminded of what is possible for all of us.


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