Super
“Mooningful”
“When
willful, we think
that
truth moves from
our
head to our heart
to
our hands.
But
bent by life,
it
becomes clear that
love
moves the other way:
from
our hands to our
heart
to our head...”
Mark
Nepo (“One More Time” in Reduced to Joy)
We
westernized humans are so reliant on our heads, it's pitiful! If we
can't see it, touch it, taste it, smell it, hear it, or prove it by
scientific method, it isn't so. Matters of the heart, conjunctions of
the cosmos, invisible connections in the web of life, expressions of
authentic love are simply viewed as arbitrary and individual, or
worse, simple minded.
I
asked a group of highly educated folks last night, while the moon was
eclipsing and turning as orange as a pumpkin, if they imagined that
there was any significance to so many momentous events happening at
the same time. Were there connections between Pope Francis
galvanizing the entire nation with the power of love for a solid
week, the United Nations coming together to discuss climate change
and immigration, our Speaker of the House singing “Zippity-Do-Da”
in the halls of Congress because he's just relinquished the reins of
power, and the once-every-30-years lunar eclipse-super-harvest-moon
event. The instantaneous response was, “Of course not!”
God
forbid that we should move out of our heads and into our hearts, much
less out to our hands, down through our entrails and into our feet
that touch the good Earth. God forbid that we should see ourselves as
one cog in the great wheel of life! After all, we're the ones with
the big brain! Right? As we say around here, “Bless our hearts.”
I
prefer to believe that life and the universe are filled with mystery.
That all the truly important connections are invisible. That the
Source does, in fact, work in ways we cannot prove. That truth
resides every bit as much in our hands and feet and guts as it does
in our brains. Maybe more so. That's how I roll! Bring on the
mystery! How about you?
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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