There is a truth that orbits around our every atom. It moves in twists and turns that defies any and all patterns of fixity. A ceaseless motion. A complex cloud of energy. Perhaps, it's what the early mystics described as a "Cloud of Unknowing". It is the shapeless expanse between the boundaries of knowability. A space in which the unknown becomes known not as a void but as a vast fecundity pulsating through the very pores of the world.
And yet it remains ever anchored to an ineffable center. The beckoning ambiguity charging us forward into all that we do and pursue. This pure truth. This one undeniable thing. Put simply, it is our great inexplicable need to make things.
The only thing we know less than where this need comes from is the question of where it leads. We walk the path blindly. We commit ourselves to the pursuit, not by sight, but my touch and feel.
"Some journeys are direct,' Parker Palmer says, "and some are circuitous; some are heroic, and some are fearful and muddled." Every step we take in the creative seeking is an act of trust, of belief, of faith. Every place we place our feet becomes the place where hope becomes substantive. Where we give tangibility to what we can't yet see.
We cannot ever say or predict what will become of it. There are no guarantees. There never have been. There never will be. "But every journey, honestly undertaken," Palmer goes on to say "stands a chance of taking us toward the place where our deep gladness meets the world's deep need."
May you come to know the texture of the unseen intimately.
May you find the strength of will and faith to serve the leading of the mystery.
May you discover joy and warmth in the unknowing, and may it be a gift you give in all that you do.
In case no one's told you today, I love you with all of my everything.
This is an excellent point, Duane: "Every place we place our feet becomes the place where hope becomes substantive. Where we give tangibility to what we can't yet see."
That placement and sense of giving tangibility is an act of creation in itself. I get this sometimes taking a photo that I may use later in my poetry.
Ahh. So true. All of this. The need to make things, the ambiguous pull forward, the trust, the hope...just all of it! Thanks for putting the journey into words.