Worshipping Lali

In stillness, worlds churn.

If you have looked hard at the manner of things, if you have surveyed the troubles of our time, and cannot discover a way forward, do not despair. Do better. Grieve: mount an altar to the sensuous feelings of loss that swim through you. In the stinging fumes that redden the eyes, you might partly recover a clear vision of where to go. You might come to see that forward movement is no longer possible in these moments, and that the way to go was never forward anyway – but awk-ward: into the blackness of catacombs, into the shadows of sanctuary, into the riven cracks signed with the pen of the trickster, into the heat of compost, into the position of a prostrated man who knows that when the storm roars the thing to do is to be still. In that stillness, entire worlds churn.

  • Kathy on January 14, 2020

    Yes! And then, a mantra. Pace. Through the awareness of “Pace” comes a place of being in which to be “awk-ward” in.

    • Marisol MacGregor on April 3, 2020

      Thank you for this! It brings to ming “awe”-kward or “awe”k-word. Here’s to the time of the rising Divine Trickster (and also in a prostrated woman’s body)!

  • raed on February 9, 2020

    Have you listened to the podcast, “This Jungian Life”?

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