WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Thursday, December 30, 2021
I was sometimes called a ‘radical’ during the wild 1960’s, but now, at the young-old age of 80, I’m gaining a fresh sense of radicalism. I’m seeing, more and more, how truly radical all of life is – how absolutely revolutionary each and every moment is. The word ‘radical’ derives from the Latin word ‘radix’, meaning ‘root’, and it is a wonderful fact that every present moment springs out of the one and only – and infinite – root of all of reality. Using another meaning of ‘radical’, each moment today will, because of its absolute newness, be thorough and comprehensive, a totally ‘radical’ expression of life. Though I may not always realize it, each and very thought that arises in me will be fresh and far-reaching, a ‘radical’ way of seeing life, and all the various events that happen will be exhaustive and wide-ranging. Like all days, this seemingly ordinary December 30 will actually be a profound revolution – an extensive and drastic revision of everything. This ostensibly commonplace winter day will actually be a zealot, an extremist carrying the flag of revolution and renewal – and I know an 80-year-old radical who will be helping to carry it!
IN INNATE In Innate, New Hampshire, a simple sort of happiness seems to be an inherited quality. Contentment comes naturally to people here, and a gentle joy appears to be congenital in everyone. People here take pride in a very natural feeling of fulfillment and in a deep-seated delight in life. Serenity seems almost instinctive, as if it’s the only sensible way to live. Sure, there’s sometimes disappointment and sorrow here, but folks are usually at ease with it, as if they know it’s an essential part of life and can show them fresh horizons. In this little town, love is elemental, and having fun is just part of the family.