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There is a peculiar courage required to dare to imagine a different world when our current reality is wracked with crises. It’s a daunting task to try to light up the dark when we’re huddled down trying to avoid monsters … Rivera Sun (from the Author’s Note, Winds of Change, 2020)
I sense many threads standing by perhaps wanting to be woven into the fabric of this week’s post. And I sense blustery winds of change blowing from many directions. Do I have the courage to trim my sails to catch the winds creating a future grounded in love and unity?
Over this past week I’ve experienced insights, mechanical breakdowns, curiosity about words and how we use them, pesky rodents, concepts and ideas that feel right yet are beyond my mental understanding, extreme winds, and a death in my extended family.
Over that same week the moon reached its phase of fullness. Venus and Jupiter were in an auspicious conjunction, adding beauty to the early evening winter sky as they call forth love, abundance, happiness. Saturn moved into the zodiac sign of Pisces. I’m no astrologer, but ‘change, big change’ is the theme that flows from those whose work I follow. In the words of one, we are shifting from the love of power to the power of love. That’s wind that I want to catch!
And somewhere between my life experience and these galactic events, the world continued to turn with all manner of mayhem and violence along with abundant acts of courage, creativity, and care around the globe.
Consistent in my awareness this week has been the phrase ‘the winds of change’. I feel that change deep within and I observe it in almost everything that is out there in the world beyond my door. I aim to not label these changes as ‘good or bad’, ‘right or wrong’ as I navigate, intending to choose winds that will point me to live in greater alignment with my values and my planet home.
As I dip into this soup pot of change what I find in the ladle is the importance of words and how we use (or should I say misuse?) them. Not a new topic or thread for these weekly musings, but important for our awareness and consideration now.
Wordsmithing has become an art, crafting messages to get attention, get results, incite action out there. The deeper root meaning of words all too often has been lost, changed over time to fit the narrative of those in power or of marketing and (so-called) ‘public relations’.
Two ancient words came into my awareness this week that fit this pattern. The word ‘abracadabra’ is mostly used as a term to describe magic, something that isn’t real. Yet it’s root meaning from myths and legends of the ancients is ‘I manifest what I speak.’ That’s the true power of sound, our power!
A word often used to evoke fear, ‘apocalypse’ means revelation, that which is uncovered and is rooted in a Greek word meaning to pull the lid off of something. Perhaps the winds of change are about to blow the cover of untruths … but Muse says that’s a topic for another day.
Perhaps it’s obvious, but it occurs to me that the words we use and how we use them are grounded in our perspective, our beliefs, and our intentions. Do we believe in unity or in separation? Love or fear? Are we consciously choosing our words to align with our beliefs?
What we believe matters. What we speak from those beliefs matters. Abracadabra! What I speak is what I manifest! What we speak is what we manifest! Perhaps the true apocalypse is that this and other truths understood and lived by ancient peoples are being revealed.
Do we have the ‘peculiar courage’ required to embrace and live from this perspective? To imagine and dare to speak a different world? To catch the winds of change toward harmony with Nature, Gaia, and one another? Do I?
Grainy Moon in Fullness