Time Breezes

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Post by CarmelaBear » Thu May 28, 2009 1:24 am

BG,

I love coincidence, especially when it is filled with meaning. This afternoon, I was reading Companion, and I read that exact same passage about sacred space.

Naturally, it got the wheels of the bus going round and round. I asked myself, for the umpteenth time, the fundamental personal question. Where do I find the timelessness, the joy, the play involved in the inner life? What activity feels most like heaven? Where is my sacred space and what rituals mark the process of finding a protected environment where the spirit enters and time vanishes?

Campbell reminds us of Jung's decision to build a second house that he didn't need, just because he enjoyed building things as a child. He describes how, as an adult, he recreated the feeling of his childhood room, where he had been enthralled with everything he could learn about the American Indian.

My own sacred space is not a room or a particular physical location, though there are places where I can retreat in the certainty of finding the Grail Castle every time. No, instead, I'd say it's wherever I am free to think.

Thinking is my greatest source of sheer joy.

It may lead to creating something in the form of writing. It may lead to reading or watching something visual. It may lead to making something new. It may lead to a friendship or a deepening of love. It may lead to a quarrel or a package for sending by mail. It may lead to infinity and beyond.......sublime.

It may be a mulling over the mundane or innane. It may simply remain a mood of plain old disdain. It sometimes spits and snarls. It sometimes sits and growls. It's fun. Self-contained, but not easy to explain. All in all, I can't complain.

What a wonderful place, this sacred space.

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Once in a while a door opens, and let's in the future. --- Graham Greene
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Post by CarmelaBear » Mon Jul 15, 2013 12:30 pm

I found this thread again after years.

This is the piece with which it started:

Time Breezes

The past, a movement of history, comes by here. The breeze is sweet and cools the skin of my days. I feel it as a story that relieves the heat of the moment.

It arrives in dreams. It arrives in the light brushing against me on a simple word.

There were dark skies and rugged mountains and great oceans in the long ago. Now, the trees are gone. Now a blazing sun dries the earth beneath my feet. Now the lizards tell me about a thirst that never occurred to the the fish who were his ancestors.

My voice whispers a journey from a place where mystery is well known. In the fullest experience of all-too-real sorrow is found a great source of joy. A harsh desert sun is mitigated by the justice of easy, cool time going by.

Oh, yes! Feel the gentle air move in. Old is new again. The contrast matches perfectly.

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Post by Nermin » Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:36 pm

Oh my, I told to myself, she truly knows what she's talking about and the effect on me is so beautiful that putting it in words may ruin everything!
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Post by CarmelaBear » Mon Jul 15, 2013 4:51 pm

Just breathe deeply and use emoticons.

Thank you, Nermin.

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Post by creekmary » Wed Aug 07, 2013 2:57 pm

Reflections and reality....that reminds me of a story!!! Lol!

The security guard at the casino told me his story. He went to check the front office door. It was secure, but when he turned to go he saw a man at the front door, reflected in the reception window opposite. He turned back and there was no man. He looked in the reflection again and saw the man at the front door. He went upstairs to check the cameras and watched a ball of light float through the front door, down the hall, into an office. No one was there when he checked the offices.

Reflections can show different reality.

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Post by creekmary » Wed Aug 07, 2013 3:13 pm

Poetry is your spirit talking to you :)
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Post by CarmelaBear » Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:35 am

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