From Marian apparitions to alien visitations, saying this has been a strange couple of weeks would be an understatement. And these, while dramatic enough, are nothing compared to the things we are witnessing in our world.
- The old world continues in its death spiral.
- The new world is continuing to find its way in.
- Timelines are shifting.
In the midst of all this, we find ourselves staring into the face of the strange unknown.
- Who are we?
- Where are we?
- How do we make sense of …….this and this and this…
- In what direction are we meant to turn?
- What is the path?
- Where is the path?
- What does it all mean?
At this point, all bets are off and anything is possible. Just as likely, nothing is possible.
Really, nothing is possible. What I mean by this is that until the Universe gets its timelines straight, (ie: its shit together) and makes a final decision about where this is all heading, there is nothing we can do.
- There is no path to embark upon.
- No action to take.
- No mission to state or goals to be set.
All we can do is wait, be present to what is in this moment, and wait some more. The only action we can take is that which is placed before us which says, “Do this.” Everything, anything else will be an intrusion on the natural unfolding of the universe and will prove to be a stumbling block to our intended place in the death of the old and the birth of the new.
For me, this time of the strange unknown has been defined by two part-time “real world” jobs – neither of which seem to truly know where or how I fit or what is needed from me. I do what I’m told, following tasks to their completion – all the while trying not to get too attached to anything. I’m holding it all loosely. In the midst of the “real world” stuff, my soul work keeps showing up via invitations to be a source of support for clients/friends/family/acquaintances who are in need of my strange and indefinable gifts. All of this is taking place while the world is busy dying, the new is trying to come in (or remind us of its presence), and every possible timeline is fighting to be decided.
These are strange days indeed, and there is no guarantee of how this will all end. And yet, in the midst of the growing ridiculousness, there continues to be glimmers of hope and reminders of the true potential of humanity. One thing that has been providing me with reminders is my current read: The Compendium of the Social Doctrine of the Church. Another, perhaps more accessible was the deep wisdom and vision provided through the speeches of Michelle and Barack Obama in celebration of the grand opening of the Obama Presidential Center – a repository of American history and a beacon of hope for a humanity which often seems to have lost their way.
Where are you finding hope and comfort in this time of the strange unknown?
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Lauri Ann Lumby 
Oddly enough, I find my comfort with my cats and my writing/drawing. I am also moving towards a different “job/career,” though I prefer to think of it as a calling. I love books, and learning in general, so I am gearing towards a position in Humboldt County (northern California). I will be going to school part-time and working full-time. My major is Art History and Museum Studies. I figure a B.A. like that will get me an archivist position. I am also looking into taking some art courses in sculpting and painting so I could potentially work on special projects in building/painting dinosaur bones to complete skeletons. Yes, they actually make plaster casts of bones, paint them, and use those in museums to complete skeletons. I would LOVE that. I am currently working on creating a lexicon of my “alternative liturgies” that have been turned into AI generated songs. So far, the songs I have are phenomenal. I have songs in the genres of blues, rock opera and even rap. I am part of an online artists’ community that has been so supportive in my drawing/painting endeavors. I am also working towards a more peaceful, healing space in my current bedroom–mountains meets ocean. Green walls (w/a hint of blue), yellow curtains & nightstand, open modern concept on my bookcase, and a bronze turtle lamp with green crystals for the light. My bed will have a sort of quilt pattern in various shades of green with a little yellow, and light green sheets to match. With the floor completely sanded and repaired, it just needs the finish (beeswax and mineral spirits) to keep the natural wood look and protect it. Now that the floor is done (except for the closet, which can be done later), I can start working on the new paint color and borders.
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I find comfort in my drawing and writing and have Bern connecting with so many fantastic artists out there. I’m also fielding professional options. With the defending of so many libraries, the field of library and museum services seems more important than ever. I also want to tell stories through the canvas and the written word. I not only collect bones, I sing them to life. I’ve already come up with some ideas for future “series” of drawings that delve not only in Native American spiritual landscapes, but my genetic spiritual landscape of my Irish ancestry. I am even looking toward different mediums to express that.
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