Through email, books and online reading, I encounter some unusual invites and prompts. Yesterdays email brought this. Another take on "crazy". One that fit with other recent thoughts and wonderings about what matters most and what's needed to move forward.
What if
What if the bread you were eating
split apart― flour here, yeast there,
a puddle of water and a little pile of salt?
What if the stuff in your soup rose up,
the vegetables in little groups,
the broth purifying and purifying itself,
the meat wandering off to find its chicken?
What if your house divided― boards here, tile there,
paint in a place of its own but experiencing
some disagreement among colors,
nails, being metal, forming a loose alliance with the plumbing
but refusing to associate with wood,
the insulation sitting alone in contemplation,
window treatments rolled up and having nothing to do with anyone,
and all the glass stacked up on the lawn, weeping?
What if your legs stayed in bed,
your liver said, “None of that running around for me,”
your arteries said, “That right hand does some nasty things.
We’re not supplying it,”
and all ten fingers posted a Manifesto of Individuals’ Rights
and each formed its own caucus?
What if your thoughts, memories, words and beliefs
had nothing to do with each other?
Yeah, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it,
if we ever got to be like that?
Steve Garnaas-Holmes, Unfolding Light, www.unfoldinglight.net Published February 11, 2022
7 comments:
Curiously enough, in one of those connections that leave me wondering how much more there is to life than what I know or am able to perceive, I headed over to American Digest after posting this. I was wondering at the time about the wisdom of publishing it following a diversity post on poop and more on Biden's faltering clownish behavior. Wondering if it was ok to leave it as it was, without adding further to the post?
And there, at Van der Leun's blog, what do I find? A tribute to President Lincoln that includes Lincoln's words on a House Divided, along with "some excerpts from his life and letters," per Van der Leun, "that apply, sharply, to our present moment."
It's a wonderful read. And at the bottom of the post, a HT to The New Neo. Reinforcing the thought that we really are in one way or another part of the bread, the soup, the house, the body, with our "thoughts, memories, words and beliefs" having something to do with each other.
https://americandigest.org/happy-birthday-lincoln-love-him-or-hate-him-hes-still-one-of-the-five-great-presidents/
If you think about it, the body really does behave that way when something goes haywire.
As for what the Libertarians call our first statist President (one of the few things they get right), consider how much of the Constitution he trashed at the cost of 1.5 million casualties (minimum) to bend the country to his will.
And, yes, the Civil War was about money, not slavery, as even Abe admitted.
To add to Ed's point, Delaware, home of Bilk Back Biden, and Kentucky were slave states that remained in the Union. West Virginia a slave state was carved out of another slave state and added unconstitutionally. Delaware didn't end slavery, the 13th amendment did.
Regarding diversity poop this one is toxic.
Money is always glowing at the bottom of whatever else humans have piled up and are attempting to dig through.
With that awareness, Do our thoughts, memories, words and beliefs have something to do with each other? Or nothing to do with each other? At what point is connection realized?
Some form of connection with the truckers is currently taking place. And Yes, it involves money, but it's also my sense it taps into something deeper than money or the feeling of frustration that's appears to be fueling it.
Mama, it's the spectacle of working stiffs, free men, standing up for what's right and putting it all on the line.
To paraphrase the Duke, some words make a man tight in the throat. Courage is one of those words. So is integrity and so is freedom.
ampersand said...
Delaware didn't end slavery, the 13th amendment did.
And DE didn't ratify it until 1901.
Now you know why Joseph Robinette Biden Sr. moved there.
To paraphrase the Duke, some words make a man tight in the throat. Courage is one of those words. So is integrity and so is freedom.
Well said, edutcher.
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