What do I do?

I dreamt of hot pink zebras last night. I saw two that were curled up, dead on the ground. Beaten down, killed. I saw a third, lifeless in the distance. I was worried. It’s head lifted slowly. It was still alive.

It feels as if we’ve been in a shifting pattern for quite some time now. Some might say years, some could say decades. The last ten years feel like we’ve really been put to the test. It’s left me often, disoriented, nervous, angry, depleted, sad, searching. I feel, wherever you find yourself on the spectrum of politics and philosophy, these feelings could be similar.

Continually, I ask myself, ‘What now?’, ‘What can I?’, ‘What will?’. The answer that persists is this; Know what you do, BEST. And do it. Call it a superpower if you’d like, but there is something in you that’s nowhere else to be found on this planet. We need that. Harmony insists that ALL the working pieces, work.

I don’t know much, but I’m learning, I’m searching, and I’m listening. Lately, I listen more to myself and dreams play a vital role in that.

The hot pink zebras told me a story of standing out in a crowd with their unique and stunning characteristics, while at the same time working with the pack/community for greatest impact and preservation- survival. They told me a story of bravery and strength in the face of imminent danger, the contrast and interplay of black and white, darkness and light, and the battles we fight within.

The last zebra was still alive. Hope- in a sad and desperate situation.

Stand up- Be yourself- harness your unique wild power and your inner strength 💘 and know you are part of a pack that stands with you and for you.