—I am only one. I couldn’t hold you or let you go. So we both suffered sunburn.
You are further away from me than I care to acknowledge. Nothing remains to settle my thoughts. I dangle my feet in the shallow; you wade knee deep. I dress in green and swirled turquoise. Beads adorn my hair, swept in a bun. The water laps our passion and icy hearts.
My review of The Feathered Heart by Mark Turcotte.
I once found a teeny-tiny downy woodpecker feather. At most, the feather measured one inch (2.54 cm) in length. My guess as to the year found would be 2010. I had since lost the treasure to find it again while packing up our house to move. Today’s date 3/11/2018.
The feather, seen above in the bookmark constructed, is grey/black with five incomplete white spots. The spots are not complete circles as the white color lies on the fringe. As such, it mimics my teetering heart, lying on the edge of an invisible border erected by thoughts. It is my feathered heart that led me to find Mark Turcotte and his book of poems, The Feathered Heart.His book will be returned to as often as needed. To remedy my soul with feeling words erected as fences. (I found a used copy, to be delivered just in time for my birthday, through Amazon 😁.)
My wayward feet travel searching for answers. The silences weave protection. The war i battle is not within but from outside the curtained window. I learn to dress in velvet’s hope.
People have reached a pinnacle of arrogance which threatens autonomy. J
I am easily misunderstood by the faith community. I believe enough to question God in a healthy way. I do not disbelieve by any means. History, myth and fable shed truth. We are either bound or set free; chastised or rewarded.
The meaning of life is not to be discovered only after death in some hidden, mysterious realm; on the contrary, it can be found by eating the succulent fruit of the Tree of Life and by living in the here and now as fully and creatively as we can. –Paul Kurtz
The dark night of a soul is a journey I endure. I found a matter of time becomes minutes to hours and hours unable to be contained by days. The stories of Prometheus and God understand our need for security and pass their shadows over us. Knowledge and wisdom our fortitude, Prometheus and God bestow a gift of hope for the future in the destruction of evil and the promise of rebirth.
The bearing of fire, warmth and light, endures for eternity. The next generation will need storied thought and soulful belief. Belief in fire guides and water purity. We best learn to discover while we live. So then I follow my thoughts…
Why is Prometheus tormented by an eagle while the Prophet Elijah is fed by a raven?
Jeremiah 15:3 “I will appoint over them four kinds of doom,” declares the LORD: “the sword to slay, the dogs to drag off, and the birds of the sky and the beasts of the earth to devour and destroy.
The Story of Prometheus tells his gift of fire (light, warmth) to man and hence stricken by Zeus for his audacity to befriend humanity while the Prophet Elijah, who ran from doing right, was given a second chance, sustained by God. How many chances does it take us to do right by humanity? Does God’s sovereignty over all the Greek gods deem Prometheus’s fire not pure and hence retribution for bringing wisdom, all that was hidden from our eyes? Is Zeus a metaphor for God? Is Prometheus, as a god, subject to judgment as man? There are a few verses in the Bible that fascinate:
1 Kings 18:24 “Then you call on the name of your god,
and I will call on the name of the LORD, and the God who answers
by fire, He is God.” And all the people said, “That is a good idea.”
1 Kings 18:38 Then the fire of the LORD fell and consumed
the burnt offering and the wood and the stones and the dust,
and licked up the water that was in the trench.
Psalm 50:3 Our God comes and will not be silent;
a fire devours before him, and around him a tempest rages.
In studying Greeks myths side-by-side with the Word of God, I discover the similarities and differences. There are many questions, more than answers, hence my quest. I wonder about the stories woven throughout time and how we can utilize them as a map for the future. Has our ability to let go of myth and story led us down a path of annihilation of ourselves and the world? Our map of the world burnt? Perhaps a post for another time…
“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.” Joseph Campbell
Personally I do not consider myself to be an answer at all. I see myself as an enigma, as my husband calls me. Enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. I suppose in a way I am not willing to follow the crowd and people cannot understand autonomy.
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” This is a Joseph Campbell quote I believe.
Then, Roxanne Meshar, M.Div., in her book “God is not Zeus”, contends we want God to be Zeus but says He is not, no matter what we desire. I counter does God not say He is He? I am the I am? Metaphorically Zeus? We desire to be saved and seek someone or something stronger than ourselves. We want God to be Zeus.
So how can any of this post help if someone believes metaphors are lies? Does not an atheist contend and promote skepticism, blaming religion for all problems. Is religion the scapegoat while dismissing the nature of hearts? Can any of us say we have never committed a transgression against another? Are we free of needing forgiveness? Is it humanity, in all its foibles, that rules the world? Or is there justice by a higher authority and who might that be? Why, we ask, is God silent if He sees and knows all? Why is the I am not walking the earth with us battling evil? Or can we save ourselves by believing and finding the power within?
“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” Joseph Campbell