On a day of resurrection I think of death …

Bittersweet – Spring is re-birth, right? But also will permanently hold echoes of pain for us, and this particular visitation I cannot blame on anything other than my own insistence on experiencing certain reminders. Cryptic yes, but its for insiders, anyhow.

I actually don’t think I’ve ever shared with anyone the real trigger for me … and perhaps I’ll keep it that way – sort of a tiny private torture, like the short swipe of a razor blade that you don’t need a sleeve to hide. The funniest part is that I really don’t spend much time wallowing anymore – in this or any other sty.

Because pain is just a part of living. And sometimes it hurts.

Ha, ha.

We needn’t embrace (love?) the pain itself, nor the lie of its supremacy; but acceptance – turning to face the wind – there’s the rub. And how much better when we remember that all of us bear scars. So much sadder and lonelier when we presume we suffer in isolation. Or start to live as if it were a contest … a spiraling test-match of misery.

Jeez, this is such drivel. (I wonder if I will bother to press the publish button?)

So, come on and SHINE!

Following the advice of one of my favorite quotes (“I’ll quote the truth where I find it, thank you.”) – I like the cartoon monkey’s insight – “yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or … learn from it.”

Do we learn – and grow – from our hurts, or do we allow them to rule us, and make the dangerous choice to stop moving?

When we stop moving, we stop living.

YES!

“Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring,
A true, universal, euphonious thing.”

Silly though it may be, Yellow Submarine still inspires me both artistically and philosophically. Love symbolically and literally filling the land … the word “no” transformed to “now” and then to “know” … and the rapturous psychedelia of “It’s All Too Much.”

Looking around, I see people doing things like “What Kind Of World Do You Want?” and “Free Rice” … and it reassures me that I am not alone.

“Weeping may last for a night, but JOY comes in the morning!”
(Psalm 30:5)

“All joy … emphasises our pilgrim status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. Our best havings are wantings.”

“God is, if I may say it, is very unscrupulous.”
(C.S. Lewis)

Unscrupulous, indeed. He may not play dice, but He doesn’t play fair … that, of course, being a relative thing when the universe is of your own making! One way or another, we either learn and grow or we stop living. There is no middle way.

Death and rebirth, joy and pain … both comprise the warp and woof of this world – but not yin and yang. Not “equal & opposite”. Don’t believe that. Never will.

Learn. Grow. Love. LIVE. I think it’s meant to be an imperative.

Come on you miner for truth and delusion and shine!