Septic Tanks and Wormholes

Here we are in a wormhole again, one of those dreaded eclipse passages. I don’t know about you but my life has been complete chaos since it began. I have had last minute changed plans, clogged pipes, communication issues, endless company and a backed up septic tank (still dealing with that one). I start out to do one thing, find myself doing something else and hours later find my way back to the original task. Even writing this column has been caught up in the wormhole. Days ago, I began writing something completely different than this, and then company arrived. I was so immersed in my social life that the column got completely lost until I was fortuitously reminded that it was due. I sat down to finish it and was repeatedly interrupted by phone calls and texts, dogs wanting out, people at the door, and on and on. I finally gave up. I was frustrated and annoyed and ticked off.
As I fumed, it occurred to me (belatedly) that I had forgotten the wormhole, with its accompanying symptoms of chaos, confusion and misdirection. I had forgotten that wormholes are opportunities to just let go. Ultimate surrender. Persistently, I tried and tried unsuccessfully to enforce my own willpower on my chaotic life.
I have more company coming tomorrow. I have cleaned and grocery shopped and done all those things you do before people you care about come visit. It hasn’t been easy and I am not at all sure I got everything done. And I am not sure I will even have flushing toilets. And you know what? I don’t care.
I stopped fighting and just let go. Nothing is going any easier but everything has a certain humor to it now that it lacked before. How can you miss the symbolism of my septic tank being backed up?? I have been up to my ears in you know what.... and that is hilarious. The Universe has a magnificent sense of humor, if you pay attention.
When I slowed down and allowed myself back in the flow, however chaotic it might be, I settled down and began to regain my own equilibrium. We spend so much time on the “have to’s” and not enough time on the “it is all working out perfectly”. Along the way, I discovered that I am not very good at accepting help. In my frenzy, I had several people offer to help me and my automatic and very unthinking response was “no, thank you”. I can do this. I always have. But when I stopped and said “yes please”, tasks were accomplished quickly and easily. Those extra sets of hands were an enormous help.
Wormholes aren’t easy, but those sideways elevators always take us where we are supposed to be. Transmutation is the name of the game right now. Embracing that, and this wild and crazy eclipse passage, makes everything feel a little lighter and reminds us that we don’t have to become the chaos that surrounds us. We can remain in our hearts and be the center of the storm, watching that chaos from the observer’s perch, maintaining both our balance and our sense of humor.
This particular eclipse passage promises to be one for the books. Let’s join hands and heart and help each other through it.

***This guidance column was written by Jan Finley for It may be shared freely, but only when the author’s name and website are included.