At a ritual celebration of Lammas, we considered aspects of our lives that have come to fruition or that have been metaphorically harvested. Of course, along with a celebration of the harvest is the juxtaposed sadness of completion and inevitable death of the old. . . . And the turning of the wheel continues.
Our culture encourages a (rather mindless) seeking after constant comfort, so when we feel discomfort, we are led to believe that something is "wrong" and that the answer is to seek comfort and stability again.
Or---if you're like me---you roll it over and over in your mind and attempt to put words to what it is you feel. I'll fish around in recent events in my life, wondering whether they're the cause. Or, I'll troll through my recent readings or think about what friends and family have said to me. Perhaps it was that dream, the one where I was pushing through, birth-like, a series of tightly woven cardboard boxes, all the while wondering who'd thought up such a predicament.
That's my ego trying to "fix" things.
Perhaps instead I should simply allow the discomfort to dwell in me for a while, and see what happens.
