Social Distancing notwithstanding, this has been an overwhelmingly busy week.
Last Saturday was my final social engagement. I had a huge event to attend that night, but it was cancelled. Early in the day, however, my friend had a small gathering in her home to bless the delivery of her baby boy, due anytime now.
It was International Pi Day. In honor of the perfect circle, she invited us to bring round things to place on her birth altar. I brought drums that we beat in unison during tearful readings that bonded us like witchy women’s circles can. And my gift was a COUP!
My friend is a Labor & Delivery nurse, but she started out a midwife. She has her babies at home, with a doula. I knew a commissioned, hand-made piece from a crunchy mama I know would be perfect!
My niece custom-made this for her: (It had sold online, so she quick-arted another!)
The energy of that gathering left me on a high that stayed with me for days. It was a wonderful reminder that I have a circle. I have community. I’ve surrounded myself with some key people that inspire me to breathe, to reach for the best in myself, and go forward expecting to find and attract the authentic, vulnerable connected-ness I feel.
The sky didn’t fall, but the ground beneath us heaved violently, as if to shake off humankind and start over. On Mar. 18, I survived my third earthquake.*
Best of all – Seriously, you CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP! – Moroni lost his trumpet. The angel Moroni atop the holiest of Mormon houses; indeed, the HOLIEST of the holies, The Salt Lake Temple – that Moroni dropped. his. trumpet!
It’s moments like these I wish I weren’t atheist. I want to believe in that God! That’s one gorgeous, omniscient sense of humor, and I’m on board! Are you serious? The world is ending and Moroni dropped his goddamn bugle. Fend for yourselves, suckas!
So bear with me. I can’t be stopped.
(I disagree, of course, with the meme-creator minimizing COVID, but that’s beside the point. But how ’bout that?! A freaking pandemic! Once every 100 years or so, they say, long enough for generational memory to be wiped clean. We will survive this, too.)
* 7.3 Idaho, Mt. Borah – 1983 (Rexburg is 159 miles away.)
7.2 Los Angeles, Northridge – 1994 (smack dab in the epicenter! I worked at the
[decimated] Northridge Mall.)