In traditional Chinese medicine, each of the 5 organ systems governs different emotions. Lungs govern grief.
What can we learn from Covid19, that impacts the lungs, now sweeping the entire globe?
That the whole world is grieving.
We are grieving clean air.
We are grieving isolation and independence that separates us, long before this spring.
We are grieving the deteriorating civil conversation space.
We are grieving that there is no American Dream.
We are grieving that we have bought into obstacles that have kept us from healing.
We are grieving that we believe all is fair.
We are grieving.
The whole world is grieving.
The only way through grief is to go through grief.
This is how it is showing up in me. When I go into my own wisdom and ask “What is the state of things?” I immediately get a picture of topsoil and what is underneath. Like a cutaway, side image. I’ve been tracking this for months now for other reasons.
What I have seen is a thin topsoil of FINE. I’m fine. Fine. Really, I’m fine. It doesn’t take much to trigger me into not fine, to set me off into a myriad of other, darker, sharper emotions.
Then along the way, I noticed that the topsoil was thickening. I really was fine. I was less activated into those deeper emotions of anger, despair, whatever. One time, what I saw was a thick topsoil of fineness. It was true fineness. But do you know what was underneath that? Lava. Roiling boiling red hot lava. Goodness me.
In these times. The topsoil is a little less thick in me. My fine is true but I have to take stock of how it needs tending. Like a garden. Like a flowerbed. Gotta pay attention to the weeds that grow rooted in the lava flow. Pluck them out. I then need to set aside time to tend to the lava flow. I remember seeing one time, a photo from a friend who honeymooned in Hawaii, a lava flow that came down the volcano right into the ocean. That is what I’m trying to tend to. To provide a place for it to flow. It will lose steam. It will flow to an energetic place that releases the heat. But it must be tended to, understood, and let go.
May your topsoil be fine. Finer tomorrow than today. Even finer by the end of April. May you adapt with strength and keen understanding. May you not be swayed by the fear of others. May you stand in your own fineness, which will encourage others to stand in their fineness. Or maybe just even find their fineness.
I am still working. Still listening. Still seeing clients. I would love to be busy with you all. Schedule so you can be heard. Set an appointment so we can tend to the lava and the thickening of the topsoil of fine.
With you,
Amy