I ain’t no saint, that’s for sure. In reality, I’m just a mess. And I think it’s better that way.
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Dissolution of self
As I lay in bed, in the thin space before sleeping, the only thing I could think was, “Where is my Self if I am on the receiving end of everything?” If I live in gratitude and indebtedness to Life as it comes to me, always and everywhere, Self seems so utterly overrated. What’s the use of a Self? I am not a self-made man. I am not autonomous or inevitable. In that moment I felt the dissolution of my self. “Dissolution”… the breaking apart or loosening or untying. Turning from a solid into a fluid state.
Refuse to Look Lightly Upon the World
Refuse to look lightly upon the world. Bear the weight of each day, every moment, every word and every action, like it is your last and final undoing. Let this burden weigh you down, push you under, slow your feet to a crawl. Some days you will feel as though you are sinking in quicksand slowly creeping its way up to your chin, heavy on the chest, only a matter of time when breath escapes you. Other days, running in water or wading through snow will feel only slightly more difficult. And some some days, you’ll crawl, climb, maybe even dance with a burden light and malleable. Bear it, none the less, and do not forget that you are not alone.
Panentheism: Filling gaps of ancestral homelessness
A wise teacher said recently, with acute and accurate observation, “Most multi-god religions never really had an issue with the one-god religions. It’s the Monotheistic religions that…… Read more “Panentheism: Filling gaps of ancestral homelessness”
The arrival of fox and other animal teachers
I have only seen foxes a few times in my life, but most of those times in a rather liminal space where their arrivals made me stop…… Read more “The arrival of fox and other animal teachers”
