Vinn's Journal
3/1/2008 |
"Nothing real is threatened, nothing unreal exists," states a course in miracles.
A funny thing happened on the way toward mid-life; there was a keen renewal around the joy of dance. It became apparent that, for me, there needs to be a clearer place to rest this over used mind, and that place is an embodied presence.
How do I unearth the pain and pathos that is prevalent beneath the surface of this skin?
There are so many questions to pose.
I am so ready for clear unclouded stances on issues which confront my day-to-day dance.
What is the big love?
How is it manifested?
Am I willing to meet those around me in a zone of comfort and care?
More questions!
I allow myself to write and to not get caught up in the semantics of proper placement. Now is a good time to view my slippery hold on things. The next chapter is the one waiting to be read. So I open my glasses to see what is in the line of focus.
How about a real everyday occurrence that most citizens can agree on? I brought my dog on a walk today and there were so many incidences of barking around us that the walk became a series of agitated and anxious moments.
Today the kids were unsettled and no amount of trips to the store would settle them down especially since traffic seemed so treacherous. Dinner was burnt and vegetables were overcooked as I presented it to my family. Embarrassment filled me as I could not explain to my friend why I was backing out of an earlier agreement to meet with him. I had the great misfortune of reading the paper today about another group killing and suicide from a jilted lover who murdered his ex-girlfriend's mother, lover, and neighbor before turning the gun on himself. Citizens of Gaza being caught in the cross fire and killed from bombs fired by both Palestinians and Israelis.
Here there are more shameless statements issued by politicians and their cronies in an attempt to frighten and paralyze us people.
I wish to know about these events without fearing paralysis or abject hopelessness. I am not inclined to merely live the life that surrounds my immediate concerns even as those concerns provide the plate upon which my life feasts. I am aware of the larger table and all the offerings being served, from beauty to terror.
I continue to sample them all.
Alice is worried about the disappearance of the birds. She tells me that they’re gone. She states that there use to be flocks of finch-types and sparrow browns swooping through her back yard every year at this spring beginning. Now there are mostly j-birds and black crow types. I ask her how long she has been living in this house that I visit once a week delivering her lunch. Eighty-seven years she informs me. Alice does live here now and for all times, and the birds are gone and she is concerned about what it means.
So am I.
travel well........................vinn