We Live In Paradise

David Price
3 min readMar 18, 2020
Jessie Arms Botke

If we could see it

“In exile, we must do as the goddess Innana did, surrendering layer after layer of armour and adornment, until we are bare. We must then undergo a symbolic death of the old life in order to be reborn with greater resilience and a holy assignment to carry forward.

The initiated adult has learned to withstand uncertainty, has paid a debt to the gods through his loss and his grief, and has decided to make beauty with his life as the future ancestor that he is.”

Excerpt from Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home by Toko-pa Turner

The real aim of any pilgrimage is to arrive at the place of the deep self and soul. And all those holy places outside us are at some level symbolic of the holy place inside ourselves that we are intended to find on this strange journey of life. There may be a great crowd of seekers if we should arrive at the holy place, and yet, each seeker is alone in what they find. Each sees the Holy Temple of the great stone from their own vantage point and in their own way, and each awakens to a deep sense of self, or soul, that albeit is found in that aloneness, tells them they are never alone.” — Michael Meade

We are given an unfathomable paradise, but because we can’t see it and love it as it is, we destroy it. But suddenly the matrix we have toiled so diligently to construct collapses. We find ourselves bewildered and afraid. What will we do without money? How will we live without shopping? How will we protect our possessions? How will we pay the rent?



David Price

I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.