Birthing a New Year, Part II

One episode of  "We'll Meet Again" focused on a couple of men who had survived the Holocaust.        In one case, the very close friend that one man wanted to reconnect with had passed away – but he was able to travel to Israel to meet his friend’s children. They shared something interesting (if I’m recalling this correctly in terms of it being the children who shared this…. Perhaps it was the man seeking the reconnection): That their father did not share any stories about his experience in the death camps – but what brought out the memories was when the grandchildren asked questions.       It turned out that both men, in their later years, realized the importance of keeping the memory of the atrocity of those times alive and had reached out to the younger generation to tell them about their lives in Dachau. The visiting man told the other’s children, “Yes, we didn’t want to contaminate our children with that information.” (My emphasis)

So, war has no impact? From this little blog post to our administration’s ears! (I wish!) It brings to mind the Native American teachings that our actions have been impacted by seven generations before us, and will affect not only our life, but seven generations that come after us.

OK, the "We’ll Meet Again" story was a little digression…. I tend to be prone to those… But did it illustrate my point?

Digressions aside, what’s the upshot of all this?  The potential of opposites is always a clash.                   It seems rare that both sides are able to honor the difference and find ways to use each position to advantage.  Yet, birth happens from the union of two opposites to create a third distinct entity.          (And if we consider children as our model for this, the third – or child – contains within it aspects of each of the two who created it.)

I think our country is ripe for a Birth. There’s  a lot  of energy stirred up in the many levels of                    our conflicts. In meditation this morning the thought came to me that all this pain could be likened      to the pangs of childbirth. Often mothers think they are dying in this process – yet usually they survive and a new life is born.

Will this come to fruition in 2019? Of course, I don’t know. Nor do I know what qualities this new “being” will possess. I am hoping for a better sense of cooperation, wisdom and respect. However, the potential is that a rising Feminine will be “clothed” in women’s bodies, yet throw their own agenda around in a way very similar to the Masculine that preceded them.

I don’t know what will unfold, but I don’t think anyone can deny that the process is in the works.

Happy New Year!