Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Monday, November 13, 2017

I am here now

We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.
                                                                                      Alexander McCall Smith

Sometimes it feels like a small space, filled with swarming bees
Or perhaps a room with a 100 TV roaring with a 100 different channel

Fake news

So many things get us going
A sound
A smell
An exchange of words

But sometimes the thoughts come out of nowhere at all

There it is, the memory of my father
Striding through the woods in the fall, hunting
Or my mother, putting together her famous Halloween cookies

And making our front porch a little porch of horrors
Complete with a skeleton that moved

There are warm memories, of good times
Of friends
Of school
Of places seen
And things accomplished

Whirling around, bringing sometimes smiles
And sometimes tears and self-recrimination

there are those memories of things said
Things done
That bring regret, and judgment

Stupid, stupid, stupid

Of impulsive decisions that changed the trajectory of life
Of behavior, driven by hungry ghosts
That overwhelm the good with ill

Leaving one doubtful of
One’s ultimate legacy

On and on the head roars
Until at some point one must say

“Stop it”
And breathe
And let it all go
Focusing on just one thing

On this day
This moment

Allowing that one memory
The only memory that matters
To work its way through all the others

All those thoughts of worthiness
Or unworthiness

That one thought
I am here now
A sacred child

An in this moment
I will do what I care about
What I value

For this, right now
Is the moment that counts!

This, this is my heritage.

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