Connecting to the soul energy in my handful of dust.
Burial of the Dead
T.S. Eliot
“There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock.)
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. (9)”
“Fearing the shadow that strides behind us before the noon of life is as natural as fearing the shadow rising to meet us in the evening.
What is different in the fear that Eliot is describing is the pervading sense of loss in so many people in our twentieth-century wasteland- loss so deep that the vital spark goes out, leaving a hollow shell. Patriarchy is crumbling.
The values that were taken for granted for centuries are being questioned as we watch our raped planet wither under the pressure of acid rain, toxic waste, overpopulation.
We can choose to tyrannize our inner victims and deny our fear, as millions of addicts are doing, or we can try to connect to the soul energy in our handful of dust.
Oppressed peoples around the globe are hearing their inner victims and fighting for their freedom in whatever way they can.”
Pg. 121 Lover can you Spare a Dime? The Ravaged Bridegroom, Masculinity in Women. Marion Woodman
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I like to find fabrics with lovely colors and designs. I place them around my home. Sometimes the cats sleep on the material of red or golden.
Sometimes I hang the fabric material on my windows, as this textured sunflower pattern, to see the numinous wonder of light and shadow patterns playing on the opposite side of the wall.
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