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?