3.21.2010

We Are The Ones

The equinox wanes. A crescent moon quietly burns behind the quickly diminishing cloud cover. The torrent subsides. I finish oiling both pair of boots while watching an old Hitchcock film with my parents. Well made leather boots make my life feel more permanent than it truly is. I’ll break off of this family tree one day and fall to the ground, decay will take over and back to clay I’ll return. This does not depress me.

I reflect on a quote found earlier in the day,

"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we have been waiting for."
~ Hopi elders

It is a good quote and one I will spend a lifetime trying to live into. For the first quarter century I lived on this earth I was told and believed that this earth was not my home, that this body was a curse and that my soul was at war with both body and planet.

I will spend the next quarter century learning to be at peace with myself and the planet that sustains me. I do not wait for a savior to arrive. We need no finding in so much as we were never truly lost. Misguided and divorced from ourselves, perhaps. Lost, never.

The sacred manner has already been revealed, I need only look within to remember the way in which it is shaping me.

This journey will be long, from eternity to eternity as some have already said. Remember the true work of the soul cannot be rushed. With open eyes and open hearts you will be blessed by the beauty of all that has come before and all that is yet to be revealed.

A new season is upon us.

3.03.2010

Supplies

The hours passed slowly, he sat watching the hands on the clock grow smaller and smaller all the while feeding the ghosts of days gone by. Insatiable beasts of burden they were. Never leaving his side, faithful and steadfast in the worst possible way.

And then the sky would break. He would slip on his boots and stride out into the open air, waiting for an explanation that would never come.