SHE

      She knew the time had come for things to change. Others were just waiting - waiting for this ‘crazy time’ to be over and for things to get back to “normal.”               
       This, she knew, was never going to happen. She knew there would be a new normal and that new normal would be much different than before. She thought now about the simplicity of living in the cottage in Ireland.
      When she first arrived and walked in, it felt immediately right. A small and simple living room with a wood stove for heat, deep window sills and a table for crafting or writing. A kitchen with a tiny gas stove and fitted with the very basics for making and eating meals. A mini refrigerator to hold a weeks’ worth of food. Upstairs two bedrooms with skylights, each furnished simply with a bed, dresser and table with lamp. Blankets for warmth and one pillow each. The bathroom held a tub with a hand held shower - the hot water came on demand twice a day for one hour and supplied enough to get clean but not enough to be too indulgent with soaking. Perfect really in every way. The simplicity of it felt refreshing to her, it felt like she knew how to live this life.
        Outside the little cottage lay the inlet to the sea, hills and woods for walking and a deep sense of peace that now rested in her heart remembering. Chickens for fresh eggs and a garden with kale even in winter. What was there to do there - the chores of living, bringing in wood, feeding the animals, making a fire, doing repair projects or cleaning, writing or creating, taking long walks to breathe in the sea, making meals, and waiting for night to fall and stars to light up the sky.           
     She knew this was the life she wished to live again, a life she'd no doubt lived before, only this time she would leave her Western ways behind more fully and dwell in the now. This ‘crazy time’ had made her recognize that everything in life that mattered was there in the nature of that simple life. She would create it again.
     Yet she also knew that creation itself was changing. That to create meant to go into the void and to see it there, bring it to you, not try to create it from matter as she had been doing much of her life. The do-ing was going to become be-ing, at least for her and some of the others around her. As for the rest she did not know what would happen to them. For if one resists the change, it is always more difficult to move forward.
​          And moving forward in the 3D world, trying to “make” things happen, doing doing doing just wasn’t going to work anymore. The energy for that time was shifting, was ending, she felt that. Creating was going to come from someplace else, a place where you didn’t have to work for it or fight for it or compete for it, you just had to BE it. The insatiable need to consume, to go and do was being questioned by the gods and found that it has no more validity anymore. She knew the time had come for things to change.