Gratitude is key
To give and forgive,
To get and forget,
We are forever’
part of a Greater Being a Greater process,
Our hidden Origins.
Before anything materializes or manifests in this world it has a pre- existence in some immaterial conceptual or spiritual plane,
This belief in the Mystery of origin and the hidden beginnings of things a religious pursuit.
Druids are Detectives as well as philosophers poets and judges.asking
Where do things come from?
If blessed by it. we seek to honor or revere the source.
Make it sacred, protect it, Honor the Return
This becomes a challenge when they are beyond our reach as beings of the Earth .
The light and warmth of the sun are part of all the life of this world.
Yet they lack the Substance we can hold onto.
Energy passing though us.
Constantly moving and changing
The Mistletoe is a plant that has no roots
It is the embrace that is missing. the holding on that needs to be perpetuated.
The restorative power of Good will, compassion and Hope
Bringing things together,, conceives new things
fertility is future things reproducing , replicating , overlapping
Time and space being at the right place at the right time
Circumstance and Luck.
Energies that pass through us, that give us an eye for the shiny and attract weird connections, and marvel at the funny ways of things.
You should be mind full of what you do with your mouth when standing beneath poison berries.We are material beings as well as spiritual ones.
It is the Exchange, the well wishing in passing, a certain appreciation of crossroad or intersection that reinforce courtesy ,and being neighborly.
It is an energy that passes through us , the perception of the momentary existence
suspended above the unaware the most ungrounded of plants.
Before people spoke of energy they spoke of Spirits.
The qualities and disposition of various things .behave in a regular and characteristic way
Spirits are what make things go…………Light and Sound, Time are the same thing .
Spirit is a moving presence.,an animating principal…..A shared feeling.
Rising and setting, where does it come from?
Where does it go?
Another hidden World that intersects with the Mother Earth we Know.
Where and when things enter the world is a Mothers knowledge.
The place where life emerges is private and personal yet ,we are not born of ourselves,but another. We are barely witness to our own emergence. This is our mothers story not ours.
It is the miracle and mystery of the nature of beginnings, that we are witness to.
The limit of the cycle before it repeats, The longest night was a big deal before electricity.
Our ability to flip a switch and access instant energy has changed our appreciation of how the natural world behaves.
It has effected the worship of the Sun as the great Energy Spirit that is yearly reborn.
Celebrated with Fire and good cheer. and our wonder of where it comes from?
We are often unaware of what attracts us to things, yet we have a direct knowledge and certainty of what we find unpleasant, or turn away from.
Why do we sense that we don’t really appreciate something till we are confronted with it’s absence?
Is it the Eyes ability to sense light
or the shadow that give definition order and form to what we see?
Or imagine we see.
I find that the beginning in ending is the source of story telling,
and story telling is the origin of a special class of folks with a special reverence for truth.
There is something in the recognition of passing, the distance, the void of what was, that pulls us into the magic of memory.
The nature of Afterthought and the relationship of hindsight and insight.
Turn and re-turn, Member and re-member , Tell and re-tell, Call and re-call
Perhaps a perceptual loop that presents preference for the reflex or habit of perpetuating patterns ,We are Mimics, before we are tool users or language masters.
we are carriers of tradition of re-cognizing . Accessing meaning from experience.
Engaged in process of reflect and review and relate that is a ancestrally passed on perception of the world, and our part to play in the Here and Now.
more important than the active recording of all that is_
Is the unconscious editing that we do.
Our Aim, the judgment to select, being right and true, the strait and level playing field, plainly speaking,and honestly searching.
Learning from our mistakes may be the key to wisdom in the nature of our thought full selves,Can there be understanding without error?Knowledge without surprise?
What is intelligence without wonder? memory without appreciation?
We should have awe for our genius .
Helping us to take careful aim, giving us foresight and reflex that is directive and relative
A reaction to the now, interpreted from the experience of many then,
Few things remembered ,most forgotten ,more unnoticed.
This is the way of things,people,stories.
In Hero worship
There is something in the reanimation of the spirit of what has passed, of it’s life, awareness or attention being pleased or invigorated by reverent sharing of inspiration drawing from it’s life stories.
Believing in the ability to communicate with the dead or speak with spirits is Older than the worship of Gods.
Writing has its magical origins in the Art of drawing’
It later became associated with word and language magic of storytellers.
Both are defined by the breaks or absence in space, that enable us to separate the this from that, discriminating letters,grouping words,,beats, notes, dots and dashes the end of one thing and the beginning of another.
representations arranged and ordered becoming a doorway of thought and emotion.
mnemonic memory aids, channels of communication depending on the pause , the rest, the other.
Is this the vacuum that must be filled by our effort to care or understand?
Is this the gap that necessitates invention? creation?
What inspires us to fill in the blank, and be afraid of the dark.
Pulling at a desire to see how things will unfold,
So it is,
our best judgment, and the advantage of distance and perspective is in knowing
how things work out has a lot to do with how we have viewed things.