The Fox at Dawn

9.21.19 Not All There Is
September 21, 2019, 5:23 pm
Filed under: Art of the Day, Teaching, Writing | Tags: , ,

It feels like most of the world lives full out sunlight lives. Everything is clear, not that it’s easy, but the edges of everything are solid, the tasks are defined, the consequences are known, the paths are marked, unknown territory can be mapped. The sun comes up and people hurl themselves into the motion of their days. It is assumed that what is seen in the light of day is, in fact, reality. It is assumed that this is the reality that everyone lives in. It is taken for granted that this is just fine with everyone.

I can do it, live in the daylight world. I can make my to-do lists, tick off the tasks one by one. I can line up my ducks and count them, teach my classes, assess the progress, attend the meetings, write the curriculum, send out the emails, gather the supplies, clean up the mess. I can schedule schedule schedule the days, weeks, months. I can parse out my minutes to each allotted task and watch the calendar pages fly away like a murmuration of starlings.

I can do it, I have to do it, but it is exhausting and it chafes because there are other worlds to live in. There are other worlds in which my soul longs to reside. Too long in the sunlight world and my soul cowers, my heart raises its shields. Too long in that solid what-you-see-is-all-that-is world and I lose my way to those other lands.

Perhaps they may be called threshold worlds- the liminal world of dawn and twilight, the world of darkness that is not ruled by our sense of sight. In those threshold worlds, the pulse of the interior life is strong. There are forces at work that cannot be seen but whose effects can, like wind moving through the tree canopy. Beauty is one of those forces. Love is another. Perhaps they are the same thing. All of creation talks and sings songs to itself in the threshold world. Songs of possibility, of transformation and of forgiveness. It goes on whether humans are there to mark it or not. I long to hear this song and I’m always on the lookout for signs that it’s there whether I can hear it or not- the fallen hawk feather, the sighting of a fox in the city, the sudden cool wind that changes everything. I move through the daylight world with my head cocked, listening for creation’s song. It is very hard to hear most days, drowned out by the ticking of our clocks, the alerts, the ringtones. Sometimes the best that I can do is remember- this is not all there is.

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Loren, I love this. I feel exactly the same way but could not have said it so artfully. Hope you get some more time in the threshold world soon.

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