CONNECTIVENESS

 

Our cold spell is broken for the time being. We had four days when it rarely got above zero Fahrenheit and then only a degree or two. We are supposed to dive back into the cold on Thursday. The low will be -20. Oh well, we will live through it.

I don't know if it is the stress of the weather or the horrible political scene, but something has made me more vulnerable to falling into the ego-swamp. I just recently named that mental state. It is a swamp with many dark pools; the I am not good enough pool, the fear of the future pool, the eddy of anger, the muck of despair, the morass of judgement pool, the whirlpool of blame, et cetera.

I am better today and I never spent an awfully amount of time in any of these states, but any time is way too much. I would be, up above it all, floating through the ether and then I would find myself in the swamp. I don't know what made me vulnerable, but I can take heart in that, whenever we struggle with ego issues, we often emerge ahead of the game. The more we let the ego, steer the car of our being, the less likely we are to do it again. Or at least not in the the same way. Our egos are tricky. We will learn to love them and kiss them and put them in their crib where they belong. We don't need them for protection, once we accept our oneness.

Talking about our connectiveness reminds me of a book I am reading. “Braiding Sweetgrass” by Robin Wall Kimmerer. It is an amazing book written for our time. I don't want to say too much about it. I don't know that my description would be adequate. It is an art/science/philosophy work. I rarely read a book that I don't want to just plow through. I read a few pages of this book and I just want to pause and soak in the ideas.

We need to do what we can to see differently and this book does that. We have no idea how different the world can be with a different perception. We have learned how important perception is, but most of us, have yet to see differently. We still see what we expect, and miss, what might be there.

This is going to be a short blog because I am going with Jamie to the Amish to get milk and then to town.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Postscript: I know the dictionary thinks there is no such word as connectiveness- but what do they know. Connectivity [?]