Who would expect an email full of love and affection would have the power (strength) to bust open my dam? A friend reached out upon hearing of my step back from a wonderful group of friends, thoroughbred meditators and humans all. This friend had also previously taken a similar and well-considered turn to a lesser-traveled branch along the pathway. You may correctly assume the missive carried meaningful weight in my world. The ineffable synergy of that instance and those sentiments of solidarity and caring opened me in a way my mind didn't understand but heart knew and opened like bolt from above. It was white-water rafting for a bit; eventually waters calmed.
A little background to give you the lay of the day's land. Studies have returned me to Tarot-land and a frequent road companion has been the Strength card, numbered as 8 in the Major Arcana (the group of cards of some repute and standing). Over the past few weeks our cat has had significant medical issues, first time in a long time, if not forever. This morning was the morning to collect a sample, I was bound and determined, nevermind that both of us were tending to the overwrought end of things.
Fine, I'll bring my best Strength self here. One thing I love about this card from the Waite Smith Rider deck is how Woman is caressing Lion's head. Her hands are precisely where cats Love to be scratched and attended to. For me, this is the main bit about the card, true Strength happens through harmony rather than force. But of course, Tarot cards, like humans and their lives, are complex and constantly revealing.
Over the next three hours I was Strength every which way, just so a sample could happen in an unfamiliar setting and in the spotlight. Simple, yes? Have you met cats? Have you attempted to follow their thought processes? We finally got there.
It was a big AFGO morning (Another Flippin' Growth Opportunity):
So how could it be the amount of strength needed to run Life ad infinitum might be finite (as I felt in Postcard #1)? Hmm, seems equating Strength with Power (especially as in "power over") could easily lead one to that very question. But here's a thought, what if true Strength is simply Abiding? Bringing simple presence to the cycling and learning to surf the sine waves. I think we can learn something about abiding presence from the Continental Divide, too.
How often do we use unnecessary force to seemingly keep things and ourselves together? We don't understand the gulf between our Herculean Strength and the Unnecessary part until a sudden small instance breaks open that tension and natural rhythmic flow resumes. Save your inner Strongman for when it's really needed. I mean, crossing a Continental Divide is simply the matter of a single step.
I wouldn't sincerely be me unless I mention the Tai Ji symbol here as a slightly more complex version of the Lemniscate. I seem to just about always find my way back here. Self-consuming turns to self-generating.
A universe in a morning, surfing a continental divide to the next place, it's all simply a matter of scale and perspective. What catches your attention?
NB: the part of Continental Divide is played by Mt Ranier