Monday
Then: Cheering on the Voyage
“My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.” Aeschylus (525–456 B.C.), Greek tragedian.
Yes, as I wrote at Gunflint, I became more convinced that a ‘divine force’ was at work in my voyage, and this is a notion I would have scoffed at prior to my diagnosis. But I’m still not convinced the source of this energy was a higher force. It may simply be an incidence of the collective force of human consciousness -- energy beams -- snapped together like a step stool made of Legos. A stool allowing you to peer over the veil of the daily grind to bask in the connectedness with other people.
As I think about what my mind did when Jon MacRae’s hands called for my internal connection with our planet to step forward, as my friends laid hands on me and prayed, as I lost myself in the Tibetian bowls of Dr. Gaynor’s guided imagery, I see the divine force as being an opening – yes, a niche in the piñata – into which strength flows.
My advice? Again it's simple: Open yourself to others, friend or acquaintance, and let them answer the question that you needn’t even ask: Can you help? I'll bet the power of the resulting forces marshaled on your behalf will knock and rock you. ¶ 1:48 PM
Yes, as I wrote at Gunflint, I became more convinced that a ‘divine force’ was at work in my voyage, and this is a notion I would have scoffed at prior to my diagnosis. But I’m still not convinced the source of this energy was a higher force. It may simply be an incidence of the collective force of human consciousness -- energy beams -- snapped together like a step stool made of Legos. A stool allowing you to peer over the veil of the daily grind to bask in the connectedness with other people.
As I think about what my mind did when Jon MacRae’s hands called for my internal connection with our planet to step forward, as my friends laid hands on me and prayed, as I lost myself in the Tibetian bowls of Dr. Gaynor’s guided imagery, I see the divine force as being an opening – yes, a niche in the piñata – into which strength flows.
My advice? Again it's simple: Open yourself to others, friend or acquaintance, and let them answer the question that you needn’t even ask: Can you help? I'll bet the power of the resulting forces marshaled on your behalf will knock and rock you. ¶ 1:48 PM
