THERE ARE MOMENTS IN LIFE when you can't imagine the future - the present feels precarious - and the past was often uphill. This collage says it all.
FACING THE UNKNOWN - while suspended over a bottomless void is scary. Most of the time I steer clear of these baleful thoughts by doing routine stuff like maintenance of house or body. Or I focus on the beauty and joy of everyday life.
But once in awhile I feel fear of the VOID in the pit of my stomach. It has to do with NOT KNOWING how or when I, or my mate or my friends, will die. Or when to move from this big old house, or what will happen to our chaotic yet beautiful planet ???
In those fearful moments I have to kick my SKEPTIC in the butt, and rely on a hard-won sense of trust. Trust that I, this tiny speck of an entity, have a personal destiny that places me here in this time and place. Trust that all the joys and struggles - all the events have had meaning. That somehow, stumbling, doubting and growing - I'm realizing my purpose in this life.
MEANWHILE, of course - there is the predictable sunrise, the ebb and flow of the ocean, and the dark drama of the evening news. How to avoid the darkness thrust on us by the avalanche of violence and stupidity in the outer world PLUS the depths of our own fears, guilts and pain? I ponder. And lately, I allow the whole range of feelings. They pass thru' my consciousnes like waves - ever changing.
I HAVE A NEW SENSE that if I hurtle into the void, a strong eagle will fly underneath me, carry me up - and land me where I belong.
But that's just me. It's hard to explain!