Turning and re-turning
The other day Sue asked me if, with all my many
contemplations and commenting on ”turning
points,” ” turning” and “re-turning,” since our last Abkhazian Dinner, I could describe
where or what I was turning from and to what or where I experienced myself moving
toward.That was, indeed, an apropos question of me. And one I am glad she asked. Certainly the word “turn” does signify a change of position; a movement, often involving a rotation, as in turning a doorknob. So where have I been and where am I headed, if I am not simply going in circles?
Thinking global, acting local |
I am heading for Jerusalem, traveling with anybody and everybody who is going there too. Not the Jerusalem, mind you, of my growing up years in a family raising me to be an observant Jew. That was the Jerusalem of “making aliyah;” returning to Israel, the land of the exodus of the Jews to which the Bible tells us to return. I doubt I will ever visit that Jerusalem though I did set out for it, once, a long, long time ago.
I can, generally, reach this magical peak readily on my own. Yet traveling this path to wonderment with only oneself (even with Divine connection to light one’s way) is truly not enough. I share the yearnings of many people I have interviewed in our Possible Human, Possible Society Study, I hunger for this at-one-ment with everyone I can find.
However, the BIG lesson of my turning this year has to do with which people and how to be with them to reach the peak of the Mountain of Awe. Nay, nay for the Pretender Peace Buddies, up close. They are the challenge. Never the door to be shut in one’s heart, but if mindful of going for the gold, one must be discerning to travel with the choicest of companions, day by day.
And the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.So my answer to Sue’s question, I believe, is that I am always returning home to myself, as if it was some very new place to be. And, seeking, always, to share that space with like-minded others. Breaking bread, once more, as if it that was what we had always been intended to do.
The irony that strikes me, however, is how difficult and unfamiliar this road back to where we began can sometimes seem. And, how challenging it is when we are out of step on the trail with others we care about.
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