Post Partem Depression

So many people seem to be feeling it these days. A sense of anticlimax or worse, exhaustion and depression, with the departure of the criminal and his heavy, enchaining evil - the coming of Obama notwithstanding.
We had an implacable and ruthless Enemy for so long, and now suddenly the whole reality seems to have profoundly changed. It feels as if it's time to line up with being hopeful and empowered and putting our energy behind positive expansion. It may be just a matter of shifting gears, in a sense, as we get over the shock of freedom, of no longer being enmeshed in those dark vibes!
I realize now that in a deep way I felt hopeless and powerless, sidetracked, because of that criminal regime, and I wanted only to retreat into a bubble of protection of my own creation on my own terms.

In one stroke now, the world is far less threatening, and I want once again to get out into the mix. It's an antsy, uncomfortable feeling in some ways, a feeling of missed opportunities that now need to be caught up! A sense of momentum missed and now not knowing quite how to go about re-engaging, in what capacity and to what end.

Still, we can now all breathe and be easy, at least for a while, and that sense of relief is most welcome and promising, providing energy that we did not have easy access to only a few weeks ago. We can just be with it, I suppose, and most likely it will find its own avenue of expression as the spring approaches.

Here in the South of France, many of the plants and trees are already sporting their bursting buds; soon the fruit trees will be in full blossom, their creamy-white and delicate-pink an inspiring contrast to the brick-red earth of the vineyards.