I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, September 8, 2019
sitting in the dark
“The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light
my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her.
"Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses
on?" she asked me.
"The big show is inside my head," I said.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
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Some say we live in a time of darkness
That there are forces in the world
Evil forces
Dark forces
That surround us
And overwhelm us
So we are left frozen in the dark
Unable to see
Unable to find a way forward
And yet, darkness is not all bad.
Barbara Brown Taylor remarks,
“I have learned things in the dark that I could never
have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again,
so that there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as
I need light.”
What occurs to me is that in the darkness, the outer
world is muted
And we are driven inward
We know how this works
We lie in bed, our suddenly the “big show” in our head
starts
And we become aware of thoughts and feelings that
During the busyness of the day
We did not notice
Perhaps on purpose
Perhaps not
In the darkness feelings ooze out of our core
And our mental scripts for good or ill
Play out
Dancing in our frontal lobe
“I am not enough”
“What if…”
“Where am I going?”
“Is my life worth anything?”
So too the darkness of the world
Drives us inward toward our soul
A bit like dogs with their tails between their legs
We seek
Solace
Meaning
Something
I will have to admit
I have thought more about what I value
And more about what Jesus really taught about how to live
(and love)
Since the darkness of the times has grown
Each new insult to the earth
Each new act of graft
Or cruelty
Turns my focus to the big show inside my head
Turns me in toward my core
Where dark things lurk
But where too
The Spirit wanders
And that is not
All
bad
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