Monday, January 31, 2005
Sunday, January 30, 2005
My Soul longs for this gathering and collecting. If you wish psychoanalytic advice, Clarissa Pinkola Estes says, "Go gather bones."
Saturday, January 29, 2005
In archetypal symbology, bones represent the indestructible force, the indestuctible soul-spirit. "You can dent the soul and bend it. You can hurt it and scar it. You can leave the marks of illness upon it, and the scorch marks of fear. But it does not die, for it is protected by La Loba in the underworld. She is both the finder and the incubator of the bones."
"....We must sit at the fire and think about which song we will use to sing over the bones, which creation hymn, which re-creation hymn. And the truths we tell will make the song."
Friday, January 28, 2005
That reminds me of one of my favorite movies, Yentl, starring Barbra Streisand. She was inspired by her father's teaching to become a Talmudic scholar in spite of religious restriction against doing so as a girl. So she disguised herself as a boy in order to achieve her dream. In choosing what yeshiva school to attend, the boys tried to convince her that theirs was the best because their Rabbi had 10 answers for every question. To which Yentl responded that her Rabbi (who was her father!) always had 10 questions for every answer.
Seemingly premature death, like so many other things, is like that: 10 questions for every answer!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
In Native American culture, a child chooses (or is chosen by) an animal whose Spirit guides and mentors him/her throughout life. After my 1990 divorce, the Gray Wolf and I chose each other. I had been separated from the pack and had to learn how to howl my way back home.
Monday, January 24, 2005
So here's how it comes together: an INSOLE, noun, is the inside of a shoe, sometimes an extra, removable part put in for comfort. To INSOUL something...a variation of the verb ensoul...is to place, receive, or cherish in the soul or to endow with a soul.
In other words, to be IN SOUL might be a way of endowing one's self with an "insole" for the soul.
Or as Dr. Scholl would say, "Are you gellin?"
While in Paris (October 2004), Ruth took us to the Louvre, Orsay and Rodin museums. Of everything we saw, the one piece of art that still haunts my Soul is this life-sized bronze from Edgar Degas at the Orsay, entitled Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer. I have always loved bronzes and was stunned by the added cotton, gauze-like skirt and satin hair ribbon. But it was the attitude, the look on her face, her stance: "a fascinating three-dimensional look at the creative spirit, as we watch the young performer envision her entire dance within her mind."
I remember when I was fourteen, starting high school. I certainly don't remember feeling this self-assured! I wish I could have met her. I would have asked her to teach me to dance.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
This is what I mean about being IN SOUL. Amy wanted Nicholas to experience Campus By the Sea on Catalina Island while Uncle Mark was there on staff, so Donica and I joined them in September 2004. To simply sit on the deck of our cabin, high on the bluff over the ocean, was PURE SOUL. The stillness of a highly impressionable 4-year-old in my arms made the moment eternalized. All time stood still. Talk about SOUL!
In Thomas Moore's Care of the Soul, he paraphrases Marsilio Ficino from the 15th century: "The mind, he said, tends to go off on its own so that it seems to have no relevance to the physical world. At the same time, the materialistic life can be so absorbing that we get caught in it and forget about spirituality. What we need, he said, is soul, in the middle, holding together mind and body, ideas and life, spirituality and the world."
What will get in my way more than anything is my mind. I think ahead (and get out of the moment); I think behind (and get out of the moment). It is hard for me to stay in the moment to milk it for all its worth. I need SOUL IN THE MIDDLE of the moment.
This is my goal in my 60th year: to be IN SOUL.
"There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul." Victor Hugo, Les Miserables