WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Friday, November 19, 2021
I have always seen limits everywhere. Life, for most of my years, has been chock full of borders and boundaries. There was a start to everything, and a finish, a beginning and an ending. Life, and everything in it, seemed to be easily measurable.
In the last 30+ years, however, I’ve sometimes seen a new kind of reality, one with no limits whatsoever. I’ve occasionally been able to see that all of our measurements, though definitely useful for daily living, are actually artificial limitations that pretend to measure a universe that is entirely immeasurable. I supposedly ‘began’ in 1941, but physicists say that all the atoms in my body actually began billions of years ago when the universe began, and will never come to an end, but will simply continue sweeping through the endless universe. So I have no measurable beginning or end – no boundaries. I seem to be separate from other things and people, but actually, when I think about it, it’s obvious that whatever I am seeing or hearing is actually a part of me – inside me in my sight or hearing – and I, then, am a part of it. And time itself is measureless. Where does ‘now’ actually start, and end? Isn’t every moment actually the present moment? How can we can accurately measure the distances between the past, present, and future, if the only moment that actually exists is the one that is here, right now?
Fortunately, I’m realizing, again this morning, that I am part of a single, boundless, indivisible entity called the universe. It – including me – all flows together as one limitless miracle. Doesn’t that suggest that I should live, yes, by working and organizing and solving, but also by relaxing and letting go and loving the miracle?
A SKY HERSELF (about Braelynn J., 51, Blessings, CT, USA) She shoots for the sky every day, daring to send thoughts soaring as high as happiness. Her whole life seems like a boundless sky to her, and so she sails rather than works, ascends rather than toils. People tell her she always seems to be smiling, and she knows that's because she's a sky herself, and can a sky be down and discouraged?
And here are some scenes from our morning walk in Elm Grove Cemetery on the Mystic River …