I’m a long-processor. While some folks are able to have an experience and immediately share what they think, feel, believe, and will do with the experience, I can’t. I have an experience — whether it’s a trance, a shamanic journey, or watching the disturbing news play out on the internet, the information sits on the surface, and floats like oil for a while. I couldn’t really talk about it if I wanted to.
Eventually, the oil separates and sinks slowly becoming integrated within me — in my brain, in my heart, in my blood and bones. Once that happens, I MIGHT be able to talk about it. I MIGHT be able to share my feelings, and I MIGHT be able to define some action that could be useful.
The recent SCOTUS decision is one of those experiences. While I watched oh-so-many people hit the social networks with their rage and fury, with their research, their quotes, and pictures of marches and demonstrations, I sat quietly, I sat still. I looked at the mountain. I didn’t touch the oil that I knew was floating on the top of the water. It wouldn’t have done any good.
Instead, I listened to the birds. First the ravens — because what Norse shamanic woman doesn’t listen to ravens? And then I heard the crows — the smaller, more social, and sometimes chattier crows. They had something to say.
