Member-only story
Holding Lightly To The Long Story
A single molecule of water evaporates into mist above a field at sunrise, ascends into the heavens to become a cloud, falls as rain on a distant mountain, becomes ice, becomes snow, descends into the earth, bubbles up in a spring from the rocks and follows gravity to the creek, to the river, to the sea, travels the world, rising and falling, transforming and returning, but never abandons the embrace of this earth. We have, each of us, been snowflakes and glaciers, marshes and estuaries, fog and mists and rain and storm clouds. Life is a long story through deep time. We never transcend the body of this world. We are the body of this world…
… What if we could reclaim the inner knowing that we are always coming and going, departing and arriving, being born, dying, and returning to all that is — this is the long story of our souls.
— Perdita Finn
*
It’s like a dance.
And we have to give each being space to dance their dance.
Everything is dancing; even the molecules inside the cells are dancing.
But we make our lives so heavy. We have these incredibly heavy burdens we carry with us like rocks in a big rucksack. We think that carrying this big heavy rucksack is our security; we think it grounds us.
