Samhain New (Winter) Moon
Drove into Minneapolis in driving snow as far as Coon Rapids, then rain. The Woolly’s met at Gorkha Palace, a Tibetan-Nepali-Indian restaurant near Surdyk’s Liquor store in Minneapolis. Tom, Bill, Scott, Mark, Frank, Warren and I had a pleasant meal together.
Each time I go to a meeting I come away nourished in body and soul. The body is fed. And so is the soul. What do I mean by soul? I mean much the same as I do when I use the word Self, that fluid yet somehow distinct sense that the I in this sentence is a peculiar, particular entity and one always with me, one with me. That last is tricky because to be one with me implies a separation between me and the I, a separation that does not, I believe, exist.
How does the soul get fed? By being seen, validated by others who recognize me as a peculiar, particular entity. It’s important to note though that the soul, the Self that I experience is not the same as the one recognized by others. Yet, it is fed by others who see me and respond to me as a continuing presence from one time to the next.
It helps the tricky move of the I seeing the Self. There is a difficulty here. What part of me sees the Self that is also me? I know there must be answers to this, but right now they’re escaping me. Ha.
What I’m trying to say here is that this soul is fed by the souls of others, especially others key to his ongoing story. The Woollys are such people for me as I am for them. We help each others Selves stay alive and well.
