My skin has red welts this morning from the body stress of noise last night. "Cherry Bombs" used to be the worst of it for a sky show and now the violence of decibels is overwhelming to the physical for humans and kills animals, birds and fish.
As tension built over the hours and the earth vibrated, my first visceral response was to rearrange certain anatomical parts for the perpetrators, until I began to soften and meditate for them to be taught and learn.
Then profound gratitude swept through that last night's bombs weren't real. Thankful for a house in tact, for light and the warmth of blankets and a bed to lie on in a world of war and want.
It will take days for my skin to heal, for the exhaustion of overstimulation to calm. Meantime, there will be a container to dream a new year.
What will we do this year for our Planet? Our People? Ourselves?