At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
-T.S. Eliot, Buirnt Norton
It appears to be spinning out of control - but there is a still point at the center. Physics. Find the still point, then you can sit back and watch the craziness with a Buddha-like smile on your face.
Election years force me to find that still point on a daily basis. And social media venues that were meant to bring people together just further alienate once friends as each runs to their polar endpoint. What happened to that friendly fence where neighbors meet to share a glass of lemonade and critique each other's lawn keeping rituals? A daily meeting. And despite their posturing, they walk away with the consideration that the other might just have a better idea at keeping voles from digging up the grass. Hmmm. Maybe I'll give that a try and see if it works...
No. No friendly neighborly fence meeting here. Just a blatant - "YOU ARE WRONG! You will NEVER be rid of those voles if you continue in your stupid-assed ways. In fact, I can't find even one ounce of intelligence in your lawn keeping practices. You are evil and part of Satan's plan to ruin American lawns across this great country of ours..."
Except for the point, the still point
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
And so I am off -- to find that still point before I get flung off this crazily spinning merry-go-round. I just want to dance!
Oh - and welcome to my blog. May our adventures together continually bring us back to our Center.
Be still and know....
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
-T.S. Eliot, Buirnt Norton
It appears to be spinning out of control - but there is a still point at the center. Physics. Find the still point, then you can sit back and watch the craziness with a Buddha-like smile on your face.
Election years force me to find that still point on a daily basis. And social media venues that were meant to bring people together just further alienate once friends as each runs to their polar endpoint. What happened to that friendly fence where neighbors meet to share a glass of lemonade and critique each other's lawn keeping rituals? A daily meeting. And despite their posturing, they walk away with the consideration that the other might just have a better idea at keeping voles from digging up the grass. Hmmm. Maybe I'll give that a try and see if it works...
No. No friendly neighborly fence meeting here. Just a blatant - "YOU ARE WRONG! You will NEVER be rid of those voles if you continue in your stupid-assed ways. In fact, I can't find even one ounce of intelligence in your lawn keeping practices. You are evil and part of Satan's plan to ruin American lawns across this great country of ours..."
Except for the point, the still point
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
And so I am off -- to find that still point before I get flung off this crazily spinning merry-go-round. I just want to dance!
Oh - and welcome to my blog. May our adventures together continually bring us back to our Center.
Be still and know....
Great to see you writing again. Don't give the FB thing more power. At the end of the day, we have no recourse than to love deeply.
ReplyDeleteSo, I love u deeply.
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