You Can't Cover the Sun with a Finger...

I love how things challenge me to my very core, inspire me to the real question of what exactly do I really believe, what is my perspective and from where and how will I act. Today was a dreary rainy day, most of which was spent in the Minneapolis airport over a three hour plane delay. Not exactly what I planned for my rocking solstice celebration, but it was the catalyst for one of those inner questions to bare her luscious fangs. Instead of doing ‘work’ or futzing on Facebook, I read and contemplated several blogs of note on Solstice and the Gulf oil spill tragedy.

Tragedy is an understatement. I lived on the gulf and remember the tragic regularity of red tide and oil covered beaches every summer in South Texas as far back as twenty years ago. What is happening now is beyond tragedy. It is a social travesty, long beyond FUBAR. It is the climax of years of lust, rape and exploitation of the feminine principle of Nature’s abundant beauty for our own greedy habits. We are living an ecological night terror, our dreaded wild imaginations, premonitions and fears playing out as reality. Any whistle blower's protests, and green activism have long ago been smothered by political and corporate rhetoric B.S. muscling.

In Spanish, there is a saying, “No puedes tapar el sol con un dedo.” ‘You can’t cover the sun with a finger.’ Today, at the height of the northern hemisphere’s exhale, Father Sun explodes its masculine penetrating summer light dispelling rays of heat and light in all directions. The sun doesn’t discriminate where to shine, it just does what it does, shines fully reaching anywhere there is no finger blocking its radiance. Where there is an obstacle the beams of light expose the shadow, the dark side, exposing the finger, revealing the awareness that something is blocking the light. The feminine manifesting fullness of Mother Earth gladly receives his light, consummating the co-mingling of their summery tryst in a synchronized ecstatic exhale revealing the abundance of her natural beauty.

This Summer Solstice day, 2010, there is no beauty in the Gulf. The shadow cast is the shadow of the finger that is our very own. It is the shadow of choices we make, the way we consume, the way we don’t make ‘different’ choices, all the ways we as individuals are choosing to stick our fingers in the sky, pretending we can cover the sun with one finger.

Yes, the Gulf disaster is a disgusting expression of just how deeply unconscious our social collective Un-Conscious still is exactly that, un-Conscious. Yes, we should be outraged, and yes we can do something. This shadowy event can only be possible because there is light to cast and reveal this apocalyptic shadow.

As dark, scary, horrific and tragic this Gulf crisis is, there is simultaneously a growing awakening on the planet. Even in the face of the black death rippling across the the sea and wetlands, choking the life force from the diverse ecosystems and creatures in the path of this slimy reaper, there is hope, there is a yes. There has to be. I have to have hope. I have to say yes, even to the bloody f-ing oil spill. I have to say yes. This too has to be a threshold of awakening, this too is Grace, Fierce Grace as Ram Dass says. It is Grace in a Chapter -11-of- the- Bhagavad Gita- kind - of- way.

Yes, I have hope that everyone who sees the hideous images is mortified to their bones. I hope that it moves them in their gut, moves them to tears and haunts them to the point that when they pull up to the pump they remember the images, feel and recognize their responsibility and contribution to the crisis. I hope we drive less, ride and walk more, seek alternative sustainable options. I hope that every time I get into the car, buy a product, choose what to eat, where to shop and patronize, where to put my financial resources, energy and attention to, I remember my ability to respond and choose from the highest for the highest. I have to say yes, yes to me making a difference, me making every choice knowing that it will affect the whole, even if I can’t see it, or ever know the outcome.

I have to say yes, so I can say no. No more sticking my finger in the sky, no more pretending I can cover the sun. I say yes that I can make the highest conscious choice from the highest perspective, with the highest intention at any given moment. I have to say yes to making a difference in thought, word and action. If I can, anyone can. Cit happens, shift happens, and the sun will shine again tomorrow,.. I hope, in a 'Chapter - Eleven - of - the - Gita' kind of way.