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My whole soul family has gone ballistic. We're all crazy emotionally unstable. All of a suddenly? Maybe. Maybe I just never noticed before. Maybe it's something in the stars or a scratch in my own personal lens. But it's definitely real. Time is speeding up and happenings are happening more often and intenselier and lessons are being shoved down our throats and everything is flying around at such a rate that I feel like Dorothy, or maybe Toto. The cyclone is closing in around us. And it's accelerating, choking us almost to death with joy then fury then sadness then passion then grief then witchery then celebration and around and around it goes. Where it stops? Nobody knows! All the objects that are being so fitfully wielded are more real than anything ever was before.

The Titanic has hit the iceberg.

And, rapidly, the world became really vivid. The picture has always been a little shady, static has plagued the screen but now someone out there decided to get their fat ass off the couch and make the effort to adjust the antennae. I’m not quite sure whether they know what they’re doing or not, yet. It’s definitely a process of trial and error all around. But now we are honing the ability to really watch ourselves and find out who it is that reacts and who responds and who hermits up and who stars our very own reality show. It’s beautiful and overwhelming, a shot with strong side-effects, consisting most basically of growth and development. It’s good medicine. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and we really do always have an empathetic shoulder (oh, clichés, how I lovehate thee). We truly are going places. Fast. I find that’s the only way to go these days.