Newness is not new . . .

It's Odin's day … Father of Thor, receiver of the runes and ruler of ecstasy by way of magic and cunning while ruling over Valhalla.

The home page of this website describes it's purpose as a liminal resting place. Fr. Rohr recently reflected on this term:

We keep praying that our illusions will fall away … but we often remain trapped in what we call normalcy … Life then revolves around problem-solving. . . and taking sides. . . It can be a pretty circular and even nonsensical existence. . . To get out of this repetitive cycle, we have to allow ourselves to be drawn into . . . liminality. All transformation takes place here. There alone is our old world left behind, though we’re not yet sure of the new existence. . .This is where genuine newness can begin. – Richard Rohr

The groundbreaking book Silent Spring was launched on this date in 1962. Written by Rachel Carson it was published by The New Yorker.

. . . the health of one person is intimately tied to and representative of a whole population. Illness, trauma, and pain do not belong to an individual. They are a web that includes someone. Likewise, healing is not an object or achievement that belongs to one person. Research into embodied cognition and ecology, microbiology and somatics offers a glimmer of something leakier than the modern idea of a self. – Sophie Strand

JUST BEYOND YOURSELF

Just beyond yourself. / It's where you need to be. / Half a step into self-forgetting and the rest restored by what you'll meet. / There is a road always beckoning. / When you see the two sides of it closing together at that far horizon and deep in the foundations of your own heart at exactly the same time, that's how you know it's the road you have to follow. / That's how you know it's where you have to go. / That's how you know you have to go. / That's how you know. / Just beyond yourself, it's where you need to be.

David Whyte -from The Bell and the Blackbird

Each time we remember we are not separate we become aware that this new existence has always been our nature.

Where you've never been . . .

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