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.
Burrow: noun
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.
More
Kind
Grace
~Ellen Apple
12/26/2016
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