So, perhaps it was not a 'funny' text. Maybe it was a life changing text that said, all is right with the world and the sun is coming up tomorrow morning and the worry that was consuming all of the light is now allowed to stream in again. Yes, I think that is what it said. And knowing that ... I am relieved. But, until just now, I didn't know the depth of my concern the well of my wishing for a good outcome and the level of connection that I feel with the sender of the text. And now I do. And I feel a sense of gratitude. A complete and total sense of gratitude.
So, perhaps it is funny. That just a few words could be like a great wave ride. Not only were we in the water... I rode the wave too. And it is so very, very good!
An old song, rising song line... old, perhaps several years... old. A rising song line of hoping that it has not been too long since the love that I hold for you has been said...
Rising, in this dark morning. Remembered and in that remembering, ready to put in the hands of the whole of Gathering. It has been a time and time since we have gathered to play.
That moment, soon in person, it is in anticipation, in the rising song line that these old (new) tunes rise. In that rising, hearing all the harmony, all the rhythm, all the countermelody... the dance of the voices on the frame of the rising song. And old song made new in the new light of this day. From that day to this day... a new song, a rising song line.
Reviewed in my head a meeting from day before yesterday. The words were on two tracks. One was to speak about a set of activities that colored all that was on the agenda. The history of and acts of and age of... from a 'then' that is past and gone. Even the players in that set of 'facts' have passed away. It was not a golden time. It was a time, and from that time, there has been great learning. It was a time when there were a set of players who, for many reasons, brought themselves, their gifts and talents, and their friends to play. Those were good parties. We raise a toast to that time and those great parties.
Now it is this time. The elements of that time are present in person and memory. The good is present. It is enough. Some elements continue to be at the table for the party that we are talking about now. Some. Those elements, no longer needed can be honored and placed aside. Honored and ... a decision to continue or pass on with each. This requires time, space and sorting. Sometimes the sorting has become that of ... just getting through the pile of 'required' activities to get to the basic file of who is invited. Is that the best way to throw a party? How about if we begin with ... we are throwing a party. We, the collected folks right here, this merry band, are throwing a party. The steps after that, the theme, the party decorations, the invitations, the ... who else is coming... what will we do???? All that comes as the next step... and it is steps. I am excited, we, together, have decided to throw a party. We have given it dates and we know that at least the little group sitting here is coming. Now we can do the next step. Who are we inviting along. For now we know, as a group, a we... an 'I' group we know the ... Where am 'I' going? Now we can do the next step... the 'who' is going with me?
Have been thinking about 'separate but equal' in all aspects of the ranch in the past days. The plants doing well, the plants giving their all, the plants plowed under, the new crop rising... separate but equal? Of, all part of a cycling flow that is connected in every aspect?
Of either/or ... of all/and... yes? If it is either/or, the life and death struggle of paths taken or not taken, lives lived or abandoned, good or bad... then the separate but equal fits and works. There is always the right or wrong, the a or b, the moving from this to that... linear and the good or the bad, the straight and narrow or off the path.
Then there is the all/and. Connected, engaged, all a part, the seed falls on both the soil and on the stone. The rain falls on both the good or the ill, the math works on both the balanced and the unbalanced, living into life is ... enough.
One is taken as fatalistic and the other as the struggle to remain on the side of right, light and good. No answer, just clarity that it being one or the other is not the correct answer. It is much more than that, this growing, this harvest, this plowing in and beginning again. For the river that was 'that' harvest has now become the river that is 'this' harvest. To plant last year in this year or water last year in this year is to miss the element of this moment. The rising sun of this moment is the only rising sun.
And, bringing along the library of every rising sun... well, just the box might obscure the moment of this rising sun. So it is with 'separate but equal.' Just not sure at this moment how that is.
In gratitude of this moment of dawning from darkness.