Winter. Spring. Lent. Easter. Loss. Birth. Rebirth.
I've been somehow fragmented lately, partially off my routines, but also just not quite connected, I suppose in some transitional sort of way. But I can only say that if life is in fact one constant progression through states of transition: of periods of "almost" and "not yet" interspersed with periods of unity.
It is not that I have not been organized. I have in fact at times been so organized, so focused on the minutia of detail that I have lost sight of the point behind it all. It is quite possible to be too organized, to be blinded by detail, to organize oneself out of all connection with humanity and reality. Of course that is, in all likelihood never the intent, merely an outcome stemming from good intentions. It is possible to be so obsessed with being prepared for anything, for being so obsessed with the details, that one is not, in fact prepared for anything, at which point one learns it may have been better to do nothing at all.
It is possible that one can get so wound up in details, in the minutia of life, that there is no other solution but to reboot.
All around us we see nature rebooting. Here in East Tennessee the daffodils and forsythia are blooming, and it seems that the world has been almost instantly transformed from dull gray skies, bare branches and endless seas of mud to an endless array of new buds and growth. Each day seems more colorful than the last, more filled with promise. We see this blossoming forth and we are filled with hope and joy and yes, a sense of peace.
And although our ongoing struggle seems to be through cycles of death and rebirth, loss and growth, we need to remember that this too is just a construct, a way of understanding. Yes the world we live in goes through cycles, and sometimes the cycles of this world can be quite overwhelming and violent and other times soothing and calm. And no we humans do not always adapt ourselves to our world, or to each other, happily. But the possibility of unity and connection is always present, we need only to open our eyes and our hearts..
We can choose to live our lives constrained by duality. Or we can strive to see beyond it, working towards those all too precious moments of unity. Like sunlight through the petals of a daffodil, there is always more than we can see.
