REAMS AND REALS
Oh, so layered we are......
If we knew we looked like a tree we might put more effort into the greenly effort of bearing fruit and pouring out oxygen rich perfumes.
Even as my mom escaped my scrutiny after she had permanently expired, she is still so alive. As if between late fall and early winter. No evidence of actual growth, but all around signs of stirring and safety. Oh, the underworld is never what we think it is, I suppose.
"sideways into the light" the old said, and off they skeedaddled over the edge of the world and into the, uh, .......
Well we do know what happens after we die. People who love you are sad and then hopefully remember all the rest too, in a way that holds out a possibility for the future continuance.
It is true that the opposite of chaos is not order.
The opposite of chaos is harmony.
However....
at the same time,
order cannot be bypassed.
The wild swings of the Wagnerian triumph and the low swings of the Beethoven's march of gloom are all fine and good in a frantic night on the Beltane prowl when you are stretching out of the cave. Hibernating and lethargy have an exhaustion all there own etc. Yikes to boredom.
and of course,
we love the Dionysian dance with the sweet melodies the singalong words....
, but please, please please,
we must pace ourselves, campers.
It is a long trip we are on, many transformations are at hand. It is important who kisses who. It is important to have your kit in order. Remember what Leonard said about travelling light...
Harmony is a dance we practice while leaning into God's light....
and so the world is born new again, and again.
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"If we knew we looked like a tree ..." That seems to be the crux of the dilemma. The constant 'othering'. The trees (maybe the gods too) must really think we're crazy not to recognize something so fundamental. Look in the mirror, or look in the water but beware of falling ... in love with your own image. We know where that has lead.