what do you seek?

what do you seek?

what do you seek?

what do you seek?

To be fully present and attentive to what is happening transforms the Now into a myriad of dynamic opportunities, with perhaps a thousand more avenues of life embedded in it than any Project has ever succeeded in manufacturing - with the added bonus that they are not restricted to the limit of a single person’s own effort and imagination. The only drawback is that it is no longer possible to say ‘I have done this.’

one thing that strikes me is that ‘peace with the particular’ is almost inextricable from the question of how do I love my neighbour.
ie. until I can find the divine in the one human who has happened to land next to me, the particular face of the transcendent beyond reflected in this specific image-bearer I will not be able to tolerate the specificity of my own existence, or find peace in becoming myself in harmony with rather than in competition versus every other. And vice versa.

How is it possible to make peace with the particular?

ie. possible to fully live and inhabit the path//life/person you are walking/becoming with those you are near, doing what you are doing, in the place you are in, despite having even a shallow comprehension of the millions of possibilities and others and other ways of being there are..?

Answers on a postcard, or ex-christmas card, jam jar label etc.

Have been enjoying the spiral way, in more ways than one.

'How, then, shall we grow? and what shall be the curve that marks our progress—that “way,” as the mystics call it, which is a journey and a transmutation in one? Where, on the wide horizons or in the inaccessible heavens, lies the goal towards which we are to hew a path? Did we ask this of eager, striving Nature, she would be hard-pressed perhaps to answer us; for her achievements seem to lie in all directions, stretching sheaf-like towards every point. Since God is not Height alone but Depth and Breadth, transcending yet transfusing all, Life in her flight to Him may take all pathways. Her outgoing, expansive tendency may everywhere achieve success, for He is the Point in which all lines must end. This we see, and all the wonder and the greatness of it: we stand awed and bewildered before her innumerable adjustments and contrivances, her exquisite and complicated arts.'

---- Evelyn Underhill, The Spiral Way

i wonder if living the chaos in all its fulness, if letting go with only the boundedness of recognising who we are becoming
is a bit like skiing full pelt down an arctic glacier, where the white-skinned slopes are dreams of art never penned, and the ice-wind swallowing your head is a million different entangled strains of music, and the powdered galaxies stretched into the black night sky overhead are faces and eyes of the extraordinary multitude of humans who walk this earth...

The lines in the curved rock by the misted lake read like hieroglyphics here, the sky is high and even in the dark the space feels so wide I am afraid I will lose my balance. the scent of the silent pines reminds me I am a stranger in this place, I wonder if the woods are suspicious of me, or curious – I sense them watching, waiting

Inside the candles and the bundles of coloured wool light up the third fika* of the day from the edges and people push in from the outside, their breath is steam and their words are a strange kind of ancient music, it brings the wide night inside

And dreams are whispered in the corners here, they say there is treasure buried in the snow-capped mountains to be carried down and there are old rumours being lifted out of the soil there… perhaps these are all a part of some bigger shalom fractal, seeping south, out of the ground... maybe.

Sometimes you have to leave to be able to come back.

* genius Swedish coffee break with coffee, homecooked sweetstuff and conversation…