Eleven. The number, according to numerology, of the master. There is something very elegant about it, the ones standing so near to each other, combining to make something much more powerful than one alone or even the number two. The eleventh of November, the eleventh month. Remembrance day, Armistice day, then Veterans day. A gateway to something else. Yes, a way to remember, and to move on.
This past week has been significant in ways large and subtle, both in the world at large, with the U.S. Election, and various shiftings and sortings of the rich and powerful, as well as the shifts and sortings of individuals on profound energetic levels. Tonight I am bone-tired from it all, but still wanted to write something to let you who are reading that I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet, only have taken a breather from blogging to simply be, observe and ponder the curiosities and wonders of this thing we call life.
This afternoon I stood in an old graveyard in an old city here in Sjaelland called Roskilde. There were gravestones from Beethoven’s day there, and an enormous, ancient tree trunk which had been carved into a kind of strange musical instrument, interesting and beautiful. The living trees were even more so, most have nearly lost all their leaves by now, with the exception of some graceful, big birches which were still covered in golden leaves for a little while longer, not quite ready to give them all up to the inevitable. I stood silently observing the bare trees outlined against the late afternoon sky, noticing the pink and golden clouds against the cerulean sky. Winter is coming, the scene was saying, it is nearly here. Cold winds and rain, followed by ice and snow, the sky will change and the days grow shorter until the Winter solstice arrives in all of its dark glory. It has been a melancholic day, dear Readers.
Some days call for ingenuity and cleverness, some days for laughter and silliness, some for solitude and quiet, some for friends and family near. Sometimes we feel wise and happy, sometimes dumb and ridiculous. This life is so full and rich with experience, learning, coming together and falling apart…. though there are consistent themes and threads, a steady routine and kind of predictability, at the same time there are surprises, new things happening, and unexpected moments which keep life interesting and worth pondering. There are wonders all around us all the time, but we simply cannot always see them or feel them depending on our mood and the color of the day. The best I can offer tonight, from my own experience, is to say yes to it all, to allow all of it to move through you like the clouds move over the landscape, to, as deeply as possible, take it all in, and then let it go. Nothing here, it seems, is permanent: not even the most deeply held beliefs, no one, nothing and no place, ultimately, lasts on this planet. We are continuously spinning around in space, whether we choose to notice it or not. The ground is not as solid as it seems, time is more fluid than we think, and space is still a vast mystery which we have yet to understand. What can we do, except yell when we need to, whisper when we ought, kiss our beloveds, hold all others with regard, and most of all, recognize our own beauty and worth, despite our flaws and transgressions, and forgive it all, love it all, and remember to breathe.
I wish you all a good week of living, loving and growing.
“Tell me of despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile, the world goes on.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over, announcing your place in the family of things. — Mary Oliver