Tomorrow, however, I will be back to a withering level of acerbic wit. For today, I offer this:
At a Native American gathering in Arizona for the 1999 summer solstice, a Hopi elder said: “There is a river flowing now, very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and suffer greatly. Know that the river has its destination. The elders say we must push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves, for the moment we do that, our spiritual growth comes to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves; banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred way and in celebration. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
The source is a website called meditations from mat. It is a yoga site a friend on mine goes to and sent this to me.
Keeping our eyes open is easy enough…keeping our heads above water, not so much. Politics is what you do while hoping you won’t really have to build an ark. Are the Hopis seafarers, I wonder?