It's so easy to fall into despair. Hell, easy? Try tempting. It's so tempting to fall into despair, so tempting to give it up and lay down, pulling the soft earth up over our heads to wait for the next incarnation. It's tempting *because* it's easy. It's hard to get up in this current world, to stand up straight, to eat enough, not drink too much.
But we have to. We have to get up. We have to take care because despair is as infectious as the flu and far more dangerous. We have to build our immunity through good friends, good family, good food, good air, good sun, good moon, good winds, good tides, good salt, good earth.
Here's the thing--and I'll keep telling myself this until I remember to believe it: I have to trust that we chose this time. We chose to be born into these generations because we have the skills, the artistry, the talent, and the compassion this period needs. We are compassionate warriors. We refuse to fall into the altered state of fear, no matter how much the pushers push. We insist on staying clear-headed, witnessing, and moving forward despite the insidious illusion of danger projected by those hidden behind the curtain. We know otherwise, and we insist on grabbing our fear by the roots, yanking it up, and tossing it onto the brush pile.
We will light that fire before we're done. We will beat our drums and, oh petals, will we ever dance.