It feels so good to sit down to write these notes to you. It feels like reaching out to a web of like-hearted souls and knowing that we are somehow all together, though flung across all corners of the globe.
As I wrote last week, I can feel life pulling me more strongly lately to align my life more closely with what is in my heart. I am taking steps to do that and am sure I will have much to share in the coming weeks and months.
I feel less and less tolerant of the ease and comfort of modern life and find I can hardly bear to spend time indoors. Increasingly, I want to spend my time doing practical tasks like planting seeds or baking bread.
I wrote this poem sometime this week, though I don’t remember when. It speaks, I suppose, to what I am thinking and feeling at the moment and, as always, I hope it offers something to you, too.
At the end of the day,
when night has come for the final time,
we will all wash up worn,
by the tide of life.
In this there is no choice.
But worn by what, for now,
Worn by screens? Machines?
By the deadening comfort of modern life?
Or by the adventure born
as we fling ourselves, terrified, but wide open
into the frothing surf?
Worn is worn? No difference?
I say every difference.
And, if still breathing,
time enough to choose.
Love and courage,
Being somewhat worn by 76 years of living in the passing paradigm of separation, it is a deep blessing to find connection in your words. Keep your hand on the plow, Leah, and you won’t wash up, you will rise on wings of an eagle.
The passing paradigm of separation – those are beautiful words! Thank you, Ed!