I rarely goof off. I rarely follow a path I think might lead to a dead end. I rarely imagine and dream beyond the four walls of a prescribed project. I hardly ever give my mind permission to take a recess, to go outdoors, and play. What have I become? A robot? A cog in a wheel? A unit of efficiency myself?*
You are only free when you realise you belong no place – you belong every place – no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.**
Hugh Macleod writes:
Value is the spaces between people.^
How often do we go directly to who we think the person is and what they have?
How often do we miss the possibility of what can come into being between me and the other – what we can imagine together that is far more than the sum of our two sets of knowledge and experience?
We lay our maps down side by side and a new disorientating scape appears but also something new. I like the way Rebecca Solnit introduces this:
‘Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing […] in which car the world has become larger than your knowledge of it.’^^
In these words of blessing from John O’Donohue I find encouragement to enter the unfamiliar:
‘May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
The cut right through the surface to a source.’*^
In a book of blessings of the spaces between, I cam upon this blessing of darkness:
‘Light cannot see inside things.
That is what the dark is for:
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the draw of growth?
Through places where death
turns into life.’^*
This darkness for me is the new-unfamiliar – disorientatingly unavailable to the measure by my familiar-light.
If I stay here, though, something new will appear:
‘Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth
In a clean line of form,
That claims from time
Rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.’*^
To become lost is an alternative response to our need that our foundness has not been able to meet.
(*From Alan Lightman’s A Sense of the Mysterious.)
(Maya Angelou, quoted in Brené Brown’s Braving the Wilderness.)
(From gapingvoid’s blog: What we learn from chickens.)
(^^From Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide to Getting Lost.)
(*^From John O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space Between Us: For the Artist at the Start of the Day.)
(^*From John O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space Between Us: For Light.)