The Bigger the River, The Bigger the Drought (299)

You find out what you are, when the driest of spells overtakes the flow. 

Identity magnifies. 

We are all swirling in a quagmire of mud slinging and division. We need to store up the power from the sun- the energy from camaraderie and collaboration. It needs to vibrate and shake loose the gorge of complacency- from which the onslaught of awareness and self-appreciation emerges. The rapids of awakening, rushing past.

Every way you turn, every angle- is shadowed just a bit. 

Muffled under the deluge of doubt. 

Fear mongers making us feel we do not have a choice. We do not have a voice. But if we rattle and hum loud enough and with such fierceness, the surface with our resolve- the foundation of our hope and grace- will allow us to be heard. Together we will churn loose the stagnancy of resolve. What is beneath our exhaustion, self-doubt and dusty exteriors is an energy unmatched. How do I know?

I was trapped beneath the rubble. The murky waters of despair nearly silenced me. But I pushed, prodded, pleaded with myself- until every last stone of doubt was removed. 

The heft displaced, but the heaviness remains. Some days a harder struggle to stay afloat. Some days I just drift down steam, looking up at the constant shift of cumulus and stratus. But most days now- are laden with an enthusiasm I had unfortunately buried.

The bigger the river, the more responsibility, the heavier the burden of reality- the bigger the drought. The more the dirt covers us, hardening into a clay, cracking away at our positivity. It is inevitable. 

But, we also have control over our weather fronts, our climate, local forecasts. We are the meteorologists of our emotions and presence. At times is is thunderous and volcanic even- smoky and foggy. But, we always get the rain. We always get the storm: both cleansing and refreshing.

Umbrellas or rain boots- We have a way to stay dry in the down pour. 

Sleds or skis- we have a way out of the avalanche. 

We have an escape plan. We always do. We have nothing to prove to anyone but ourselves. So when you feel drenched, frost-bitten and buried under the ballast of responsibility- breathe. Believe. Then keep moving forward. The voice in your head should be your own. Keep it positive, keep it focused- keep it real. 

Because real- real is all we have these days.