I woke up in a fog this morning. Not the usual where my brain needs a leaf blower to clear out the residue from the night before, but an actual pea-soup fog such that the world below my little hilltop bungalow had completely vanished from sight.

Many years ago, the two most frightening shows on television were “Twilight Zone” and “The Outer Limits.” One of them had a story about a guy who woke up one day to find that everyone else on the planet had vanished. Once he’d gotten over the initial euphoria of “Yay! Free shit!” it dawned on him that he was actually in deep shit.

Our physical, mental, and maybe most important, spiritual interconnections with the rest of our human inhabitants forms the fabric of life on which we all depend. Lately, the world has seemed to be one big crap-fest, with the level of carnage, greed, anger and pain beyond the sensibilities of most, and the mindset of “us and them” creating the very environment for such to thrive. But there is no “us and them.” Only us.

The very same life energy that flows through me flows through you because energy is all there is. Our power comes in how that energy is directed, and because we are instilled with free will – a decision I can’t help but to question, and yes, I’m talking to you, God – we are constantly feeding into energy that is positive or energy that is negative. Honestly, the Universe doesn’t care one way or the other. It just creates according to our thoughts.

It’s damn hard to focus on putting thoughts of love into the world when we’re angry. It feels counterintuitive. Like we’re just kidding ourselves. But that’s when we need to focus on doing so the most. As with everything, forming new habits takes practice. Although, for some reason forming bad ones seems to come much easier.

As much as I enjoy my solitude, even I find that a little of me goes a long way. I need people.  I need to engage with the world, while working to be constantly mindful of the power of my energy, and vigilant to focus on that which I wish to see created, rather than that I may like to see destroyed.   

The fog is starting to lift on my little valley and another day awaits. Choices abound.   

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