Advent Day 13: Steady Practice
December 13, 2015Advent Day Fifteen: Converge
December 15, 2015Chimeras, what a great word. It definitely goes onto the list of possible titles for future exhibitions. The origin of the words comes from Greek mythology, Chimera was a fire-breathing hybrid of a monster but I prefer the meaning as it is used in the quote below from Muriel Barberry’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog. (A fantastic book you must read if your haven’t.)
Personally I think there is only one thing to do: find the task we have been placed on this earth to do, and accomplish it as best we can, with all our strength, without making things complicated or thinking there’s anything divine about our animal nature. This is the only way we will ever feel that we have been doing something constructive when death comes to get us. Freedom, choice, will and so on? Chimeras.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth, nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
I know, I know, not the most uplifting quote for a Monday. But these realizations also remind us of something that Paul Tillich said, “Suffering introduces you to yourself and reminds you that you are not the person you thought you were.”
I embrace the chimeras. Every single day. Sometimes I call it magical thinking, but more than once it has gotten me through a challenging day. And with that, I am going to ride my bike in the woods in the middle of December, because everything is better amongst the trees.
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I think I know what you mean ~ magical thinking has bridged more than a few gaping chasms in my life ~
Suffering is a concept hard to fit into words, but I find I often go back to a little yellow book on my drawing board titled On Suffering by Teilhard de Chardin (a Jesuit theologian and paleontologist). “You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience. You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.”
I like the way the skull in your collage seems to be stealthily sliding out of its restraints ~ and how the dove is gliding into converge ~
Ah . . . thank you for sending me off to find that poem! So needed today.