"To be courageous is to seat our feelings deeply in the body and in the world"
and to repeat, from yesterday,
"The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully, or conversely, as misers and complainers, reluctant and fearful, always at the gates of existence, but never bravely and completely attempting to enter, never wanting to risk ourselves, never walking fully through the door."
David Whyte Consolations
so…3 days with the grandson and immersion into Humanity's vast arena. First the District Court. Bustling with all manner of us, waiting our turn before the Judge, herself, in truth, no more or no less than any other of the players. The whole drama, a grand display of inter dependence. Since i had last been in that area, a new very Large and Shining building, with a glass wall elevator, a large FULL courtroom with elegant decor. A great deal of money must be generated to deserve such a fine venue. I sat, waiting with him for his turn for 2 hours through all the lives that took their turn before him. Watched those players and was mesmerized more by the amazing variety of the legal community, representing the State and representing the criminals. It was stunning.
and first, really, was the Airport. But everyone knows Airports. And then yesterday, downtown Albuquerque to the Amtrack Station. The fierce flow of traffic, the people purchasing passage to Everywhere, the people intermingling hoping for a cigarette or some cash, themselves…so interesting to me, using the wheeled luggage carriers for their life belongings that at first glance made them so similar to the would be travelers.
I come from a small world of sand and sky and Goats and a Dog a Cat. Birds. A tree with Bees where there is Maybe an occasional vehicle on the road. I felt this more than i ever have, more than i could have ever imagined i would.
and i woke in the middle of the night last night to an awareness of how it is all in its own way the same. How WE are all in our own way, the same, Vulnerable…being courageous in whatever ways we can.
I worked on the Cloth off and on when he was here. Stitching. Stitching. Looking at the hand, rings of Energy, the butterfly whose body kept making me a little uneasy, how it arced, curved, in some kind of uhhhhh, well, some kind of act of participation with the Moment of it all. I wanted to change that but it would not be changed. I woke this morning to go immediately to look and suddenly it was all clear. Suddenly a Story had unfolded that was up till then a Hand and a Butterfly. Suddenly it was woven with the words about Courage, about Vulnerability that i'd put for a couple days….and the red thread was put into place as symbol of the taking of Vows.
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