“It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and at your fingertips outside you. It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here.
Rilke said, ‘Being here is so much,’ and it is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed.
We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.”
John O’Donohue quote from Anam Cara
Just over a year ago I posted one of my favorite Joyce Rupp poems “Old Maps No Longer Work” on this site.
For reasons that are still a mystery to me, the link ended up at the top of the search list on Google for that poem. Every day since, at least one person somewhere in the world read it on the site. The constant attention given to the piece prompted me to reread it many times over the last year. Each reading took me deeper into understanding what it meant to be ‘off map’ or ‘mapless’.
As the decade comes to a close I feel compelled to let go of some of my “well travelled paths” with gratitude to where the twists and turns of life have led me but
now “It is time for the pilgrim in me to travel in the dark” and “wait for the stars.”
For the next year when I find myself at the inevitable crossroads we all have to face in life, I will repeat the following lines:
“The Map is not the Territory. When Map and Terrain differ, follow the Terrain.”
Wishes for a New Year of Peace and Understanding.
“We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free“