Thank you for this Jindy and also for referencing Ruby Sales and her White Liberation Theology, from your recent essay about hate. With Ms. Sales I learned about Public Theology which I hadn't heard of before!
Here though, with the prominence of routine slowly blinding our lives to life itself which this essay on "What your wild heart needs" attends to, I see Colin Wilson looking over the essay writer's shoulder at this theme being portrayed now some seventy five years after the Outsider came out. Another book Mind Parasites is focused on this same issue in sci-fi mode.
The basic idea through out much of his writing is focusing on just this dynamic of routine becoming The Robot in our lives, where we drift on autopilot after say learning to ride a bike for the first time, that freshness of awareness as in the de Mello fragment is soon to become mechanized into one's functional skillset for getting from point A to point B. Poetry & Mysticism, pub. 1969 by City Lights Books, is the high water mark of Wilson's writing to this subject.
With my wife Turquoise's recent death being an experience by her husband's witnessing as close as any could ever be, I resonate completely with the opening sentiment, because when death become aloof in our life, the rest becomes history and not the event of our living life.
In my testimony of her passing, I realized her presence in death and from this experience I felt no more the fear of death, as I now knew how much our nightly sleep is a rehearsal, and the nocturnal dream is our experience of the soul's astral realm, in a contained cycle.
Thanks again, Jindy, and if I wasn't trying to just keep a roof over my head, along with other issues constraining my present circumstances and also pertaining to emminent transition of some sort to be able to move forwad, it would be nice to be supportive of more than only one substack.
Btw David Whyte whom you quote regularly, is a nearby neighbor on the small island where live, in the Seattle area but a ferryboat removed to a relatively underpopulated, treed-in and owl infused isle in the middle of the Salish Sea. A far distance as well from the heart of Europe where you and your family live, wow!
Thank you as always for the generous, thoughtful and insightful reflections that you add. I always read your comments and come away with more to think about, more to learn and explore. If the internet and platforms like this one have any positive human value, it surely from interactions like these that always leave me feeling a sense of wonder and gratitude at our exchanges from thousands of miles and continents apart.
Thank you for this Jindy and also for referencing Ruby Sales and her White Liberation Theology, from your recent essay about hate. With Ms. Sales I learned about Public Theology which I hadn't heard of before!
Here though, with the prominence of routine slowly blinding our lives to life itself which this essay on "What your wild heart needs" attends to, I see Colin Wilson looking over the essay writer's shoulder at this theme being portrayed now some seventy five years after the Outsider came out. Another book Mind Parasites is focused on this same issue in sci-fi mode.
The basic idea through out much of his writing is focusing on just this dynamic of routine becoming The Robot in our lives, where we drift on autopilot after say learning to ride a bike for the first time, that freshness of awareness as in the de Mello fragment is soon to become mechanized into one's functional skillset for getting from point A to point B. Poetry & Mysticism, pub. 1969 by City Lights Books, is the high water mark of Wilson's writing to this subject.
With my wife Turquoise's recent death being an experience by her husband's witnessing as close as any could ever be, I resonate completely with the opening sentiment, because when death become aloof in our life, the rest becomes history and not the event of our living life.
In my testimony of her passing, I realized her presence in death and from this experience I felt no more the fear of death, as I now knew how much our nightly sleep is a rehearsal, and the nocturnal dream is our experience of the soul's astral realm, in a contained cycle.
Thanks again, Jindy, and if I wasn't trying to just keep a roof over my head, along with other issues constraining my present circumstances and also pertaining to emminent transition of some sort to be able to move forwad, it would be nice to be supportive of more than only one substack.
Btw David Whyte whom you quote regularly, is a nearby neighbor on the small island where live, in the Seattle area but a ferryboat removed to a relatively underpopulated, treed-in and owl infused isle in the middle of the Salish Sea. A far distance as well from the heart of Europe where you and your family live, wow!
Thank you as always for the generous, thoughtful and insightful reflections that you add. I always read your comments and come away with more to think about, more to learn and explore. If the internet and platforms like this one have any positive human value, it surely from interactions like these that always leave me feeling a sense of wonder and gratitude at our exchanges from thousands of miles and continents apart.