Everything Is Eternal

Painting by Eyvind Earle

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

— D.H. Lawrence

“The human soul has a mythic propensity and cosmological instinct for making something out of nothing. We are being asked to participate creatively in the changes sweeping through the world. In the great drama of life, the awakened human soul becomes the extra quantity and uniquely living quality needed to help tip the balance of the world away from destruction and toward ongoing creation. The counterbalance to collective forms of terror and destruction is found in individuals awakening to the underlying wholeness of the self and the secret connection of each to the soul of the world.”

— Michael Meade, “Awakening the Soul”


I asked an elderly friend once what it was like to be old and to know the majority of his life was behind him. He told me that he has been the same age his entire life. He said the voice inside of his head had never aged. He has always just been the same boy.

Our spirits are eternal. Our souls are forever. The next time you encounter an elderly person, look at them and know they are still a child, just as you are still a child and children will always need love, attention and purpose.

— Mary Beth Jansen

We get very attached to our outward form and dismayed by its changes as we age. Like the inner voice that never changes, we sense something unchangeable in us, it’s just not the body, which never stops mutating. Coming to terms with that process is facing death. Coming into physical existence implies a timeframe. We grieve when someone dies and try to postpone our own expiration date as long as possible.

Our disconnection from nature affects this process by isolating us from natural rhythms. We live life less intensely and yet cling to it more desperately. Instead of giving ourselves to the adventure we were born to live we only live part of it, hints of it.

Getting lost is common. It’s not unusual to wonder when our real life is going to start. Wanting certainty and permanence embalms us into a predictable life that excludes the intensity we thought was our birthright when we were children. We are weighted down by our unexamined cultural assumptions and expectations.

We are born into a miraculous poem but we manage to make it a piece of perfunctory prose by our caution and practicality. Someone said that life is either an adventure or it’s nothing, and I agree.

Here we are in lockdown because our relationship with nature is out of balance. Our whole patriarchal culture has a hostile relationship with nature which puts us individually in a hostile relationship with our own body and soul. It’s hard to create a rich and meaningful life on this stage.

I think the masculine way of using the world needs to give way to a feminine sense of respect and nurturance. Without that sense of connection and the responsibility it entails, things will only get worse.

Our current political situation reveals a shocking and even frightening disconnect from any respect for life among our politicians. We elect ignorant and callous people for the most part, proof that we ourselves are not as kind or discerning as we take ourselves to be.

Feminine values have been attacked and repressed for centuries. Nature can’t support much more of that way of living on earth.

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