Independence Day, full moon, eclipse…
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
I shared these words on social media today, words from The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus, poetry that graces the plaque on the Statue of Liberty, words that seem to poorly reflect the aspirations of our creative endeavors today.
Today for me was not a day of boisterous celebration or recollection of freedoms won, won for some, but still yet not all such, freedoms that I strive always to inquire more deeply into to understand what freedom means.
“All must eat to live and to nourish one another…” From those perspectives within which I have been raised this lifetime, eating is, at the end, and act of taking from another without informed consent. The deer, the buffalo, the sheep, the broccoli, the fish, the potato, each had its life taken by some perceived “freedom to take.”
This seems the natural course of things, as I have been raised to think about them, that there is separation, and always one must lose that another may gain, and that somewhere in the complex web of things, I myself am the pray at times. So, freedom – to get away with as much as I can without encroaching on those who have the power to object – but freedom.
Another view might question the idea of separation, that “I” and that which is to be eaten are separate and so some colonization from one to the next could be necessary or even possible. Where in freedom am I and other to be seen as one, and if that were to be true, where in that vast expanse does freedom lie?
I spent the day today, starting by supporting sweet Cassandra who had come to support me in rising to prototype her new YouTube aspirations, a delightful engagement filled with positioning of desk lamps, microphones, and cameras, laughter, excitement, and glee.
This after an early morning omelette on the porch, with the sun light just cresting the far hillside bringing long morning shadows down through the misty grass.
The rest of the day I spent in communion with an old friend, just moved back to town two weeks ago and we managed to stumble into one another over social media. There has always been a deer sparkle of the light between us, and today was no different. We shared stories of our lives over the years since we have connected, and agreed that it would be wonderful if she were to come and work with me in care.
Still the various parts of life seem pensive and in suspension, and yet little bit by little bit, some might say slowly, too slowly, things keep getting better. It’s not so much about yours or my selfish little plot of flesh, but the unbroken thread of life itself that we serve in our efforts to do good, be kind, and make love.
God gets to know things, we just get to ask questions…