Under the right conditions, we change, transform, become something else. I didn’t read Ovid’s metamorphoses, but I think the take away is that everything is turning into something else. I take this literally, like maybe things are and do change right in front of us and inside of us.
Change is happening around me right now in the form of fermentation. Cabbage is turning into sauerkraut; water, bacteria, and sugar is becoming kombucha; lentils are becoming sprouts. They’re all in the bathtub because it’s warm in there. Heat makes new patterns. I take a bath every night. It’s a soaking meditation at the end of the day.
May we all be in a process of ripening.
Cabbage goes through no effort to change. It simply follows nature. It follows the direction of transformation. It doesn’t lead and it doesn’t deny its destiny.
I think our brain brine needs the time to cure, to be, the downtime to clean house. It can also happen in nature, and moving, being carried by our body. I see the cerebral fluid sifting like tides, washing through channels and dips and ledges. Flushing input and output, washing away debris.
Listening to the void
While walking around the high school track, about 100 yards behind me I heard: “ALL I NEED IS WITHIN ME- NOW!” Repeated. Next phrase, “ALL THE LOVE I NEED IS WITHIN ME- NOW,” and then wrapping up with, “ALL THE JOY I NEED IS WITHIN ME- NOW!” At first I wasn’t sure about this guy, maybe even worried. I’m still not sure, but he seemed to be calling out for what he wanted within. Literally.
A few minutes later, a high school kid walks by and says to the air, “There is so much uncertainty that a significant event could happen!” He had ear buds tuned into someone.
The third event of listening happened in the bulk food aisle. A woman asked the employee to help her find an herb called, Lalafellumdoodle, or something. She said it was to treat gas. They didn’t have it.
We have affirmations, statements, questions, wonderings and searchings all jumbled together all around us.
I saw a woman walking against traffic flipping off everyone, but no one specifically. Who was she before this?
I’m looking at people more like stages of being. A little bit like cabbage or bean sprouts, at different levels of expression and time.
Lately I feel like I am a hot rock pulled out of a campfire, tossed on cold soil, wondering how to adapt. Today I became an elephant using my trunk to gingerly fish out each peanut from the bag I bought to feed the squirrels.
If you are in a transition, pack light, you may need less than you think. How is your transformation going? What’s next for you in the ripening process?
love it — as usual — and i don’t mind being soon (ish) to turn into a piece of dirt, and then an atom, mingling with everything in the universe and beyond and changing as part of something else over eons of eternites.
Great insight, Mary, as usual!
Very very nice.
I guess it could be a good thing to be in a pickle.
Exactly!