I mean that in the way that to live, to really be alive means being open to timing and seasons and events that are natural. Natural in the unpredictable, unknowable sort of way that is much grander and larger than day to day existence or finite individual awareness or understanding.
Adopting this belief is a bit of a radical departure from my usual modi operandi. I keep a schedule. But I think it is True, you know, capitol T and all.
Beware my dark introspective self, I have a penchant for a low muttering type of philisophying. I blame Good Friday. Is there a sadder day in all the year? It seems to call up all our lost loves. It calls to my mind the scripture from Jeremiah:
A voice was heard on high of lamentation, of mourning, and bitter weeping, Rachel mourning for her children and she would not be comforted for they were not.
That sort of mourning is my feeling of Good Friday.
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"...being open to times and seasons..." reminds me of the life lesson of finding a balance between determining your destiny and going with the flow.
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