They say we are about to be yanked through a knot-hole. That the rope is tied to our middle and we are even now firmly up against the fence, the wall. The knot-hole is not very large. Only what is essential -- of the essence -- will go through.
Has this not always been the case?
I am reminded of what the Old Dude said: "He who feels punctured must once have been a bubble." We inflated ourselves beyond our essence and the bubble has burst.
It is easy to get into gloom and doom, but that has never been my style (some kind of constitutional disability), so what do we do now?
As a confirmed barbarian ("one not of the landed gentry" and therefore less prone to bubbulation), the answer seems obvious to me. What we have always done. Put our trust in our loving hearts and move on through. Grit and grace, darling, grit and grace!
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Interesting piece, George. In looking at the changes taking place and how humankind will react, one of the stories that has popped into my head is the Old Testament story of when Lot's Sarah turned into a pillar of salt. Her world was shifiting underneath her feet and her attachment to the past left her rooted to the spot. In a similar way, I believe that in the days ahead there will be those who are so attached to their life/structures/possessions that they too will become stuck.
ReplyDeleteThey'll either be too full for the knot hole or too rooted for their own good. Know what I mean?
David, the pillar of salt understanding came up in a conversation earlier this morning. Brad Olson and I were talking about what a hero is, and saying that a hero faces his/her wounds, that being the only opening -- the alternative being turning back and becoming a pillar of salt. Good to hear that the three of us are tuned to similar imagery.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting bit of synchronicity! thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteHaving gone through some knot-hole yanking in my life, as anyone my age has, I have found myself immobilized by gazing backward at the smoke rising from the battles of the past. I did not turn into a pillar of salt, but I was so firmly fixed on the past that the present had no joy for me. I let my whole life be ruled by why's and what ifs. I still visit those battlegrounds from time to time, but the visits are getting fewer and farther between. It stinks of death there.
ReplyDeleteWell and truly said, Ginny!Blessings !
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