At a workshop I attended this past weekend near San Francisco, we worked from a booklet of poems that John Fox had collected and copied for us, and in the few days since, I have come upon a couple of those poems again. One, here ("the road is made by walking"), and another, there (the Martha Graham quote about our individuality, our uniqueness).
How do these work together, and how do I personally make sense of this?
They are, in part, "answers" to questions that I've carried with me as long as I remember (and their asking has different phrasing, for example): Is there a path I'm supposed to be on? How do I know it's the "right" one? Do others know HOW TO LIVE and am I somehow missing the point? Does my individual voice really matter? "If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear?"
And somehow, through this rich and complex medium that allows me to peek in on the tender, shared shards of others' lives, I experience a moment of LIGHT, in which all the once-confused and tangled lines suddenly converge and illuminate. No competition. No comparisons. No need even to understand it all.
Meeting in person one of these lights after the workshop ended became another convergence, as did another instance of meeting a playwright, David A. Moss (on a different retreat at the same location). I am driving the almost-eight-hour road back south next weekend to see the play, CRACKED CLOWN, and staying with a fellow Southerner (now grateful Californian) I met at the retreat.
Perhaps as a whole this post is simply a mish-mash of details that make no sense to anyone but me. If so, I apologize. (This post could actually be book length from all the synchronicities of the past few years.) But somehow I am energized by it all. And if nothing more, this will be a jumping-off point as a reminder to explore the ideas in more detail later.
So, if you want to open up your life, try telling the Universe (or God or Goddess or Divine Spirit or. . . ) you're willing to be an "empty vessel."
