I was in a local store the first week in December and was enthralled with a soft, supple, luxurious throw. I purchased it for Roger the Tall for Christmas. As I am writing this, he is burrowed in that throw, snuggling with the Calico Queen Mabon. Though he is sleeping (I know this because of the soft snores), his body is resting, recharging, and replenishing.
1. a hole or tunnel in the ground made by a rabbit, fox, or similar animal for habitation and refuge.
2. a place of retreat; shelter or refuge.
2016 has been/was a tumultuous year. Not just in the United States but across the Earth. Major changes have occurred politically and there have been no small number of natural and manufactured disasters. Economies and lifestyles people thought were secure and impenetrable have been upended and rearranged almost beyond recognition. For many, reality has been rearranged.
I was speaking with a dear friend this week and she asked me, “What do you see 2017 being?”
What followed was a discussion that lasted close to an hour, wherein we spoke of the overall mood of humankind considering recent events – not just locally or nationally, but globally.
I shared with her that I see the year 2017 as being a time of more individual introspection, of drawing closer metaphorically – spiritually – physically – to our own core selves and values.
A time of burrowing in, to better withstand and not just survive but thrive in the months ahead.
A time to strengthen our beliefs.
A time to better define and replenish the bonds of our tribes.
Burrowing in is not to imply hiding, burying one’s head in the sand so to speak. For me, this burrowing in speaks of solidifying and strengthening myself to ride the peaks and valleys of events over which I have no actual control.
Reestablishing relationships I have let fall to the wayside, and finally letting go of some people and things that I know are to my detriment.
Shoring up my network. Keeping connected to my support system. Maintaining a more consistent sharing of energy and positivity.
Keeping grounded by limiting the drains on my time and energy that lull me into a stupor of passivity.
May your tribe be cohesive, may your spirit be replenished, may your refuge be secure.