Dancing like a Goddess
Tending The Inner Garden
Hello my dear readers,
How is your May walk so far?
Every time I say “life is hectic” I remind myself that at this very moment the whole of the Creation is buzzing with life: flowers going through the strain and liberation of blooming, bees buzzing for the most precious elixir, the food of gods (the Greek ones, at least) while other beings breath the last of this cycle of their existence before they re-enter the eternal cycle of birth and rebirth, until they reach a state that will propel them across the Galaxies.
I was exchanging some philosophical musings with an acquaintance recently. It made me think how we like to pass the ball of thinking and declaring what we believe to be true to prophet X or philosopher Y or writer Z. My acquaintance is fascinated by the Old Testament to the point of identification with some figures. The bottom line is, he wonders if he will ever walk along God like Enoch. I find his agony endearing. There are many ways to find God unless you take the one He shows you. So I let Him find his, and I am quite certain one day he will.
The thing is, I do not have any doubt that I will. Not because of what I do, but because of who I am.
I am Christian with that Greek mix of the old gods strolling around our modern festivities, watching over our shoulders how we make the seed offering to the dead, how we make spring wreaths the way they were making them, weaving field flowers around a branch of vine or wicker - only few of us dare wearing them on their heads or decorate with the first flowers of spring, swings for the unmarried girls. People these days place them on their front doors. I think the ancestors are happy, in their several thousand-year slumber.
But it is not for that that I believe I will encounter the divine essence. It is because I am. Because who I am is no different than a grain of sand, that can never be broken or lost. I may have a consciousness of my existence that places me in a moment in time, but my consciousness travels and evolves as I change while remaining the same, simple yet complex and undetectable, as close to the force that made me as the dust dancing, golden, on a ray of sun.
And although I have my own understanding of my being, I am also swirling in the cosmic swing of billions of other grains that fill the wide big world - always empty and full of potential-, wholly autonomous and wholly dependent of each and every one to keep me tuned in that cosmic dance. Even when I tire and settle, I know that a twirl of my skirt, will set me to motion.
So, with all respect to all the holy figures that experienced the presence of the Divine, I am wildly convinced that God swirls amongst us and us within him.
I’m allowing my acquaintance to find out for himself that the experience of the Divine that many holy people have described, is nothing other than the Divine’s way to communicate with us, to make its existence known, to encourage us to take the hand he is tending and join Him in the eternal dance of the bursts of consciousness that make us human.
Like a painter He paints every morning and every night the sky, to share what He wants us to see through His eyes. And every Spring He makes the flowers bloom.
But we, humans, like tight buds of peonies, we hold close to our chest our gifts, our beauty, our knowledge, our eyes turned inside. And rightly so. We must fully grow before we get the privilege of understanding.
As we grow, we open up, and although we, like the peonies, turn white, our final burst of expansion is the most glorious, the most detailed, the innermost truest one.
Because as we go, we leave behind our golden pollen, without asking if it will ever land on the destined fellow recipient or on the couch’s throw, the kitchen countertop or the rug under the coffee table.
Because we finally know that We Are. We have always been who we are, and we shall always be, in that glorious moment of letting go of our gold.
I hope this May you take the time to savour your Spring and enjoy the divine dance of human consciousness.
