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Once in a while something comes into my life and it feels like a part of me already, as if a missing piece had come back home.\u00a0 Meeting Kate was like that for me.\u00a0 My split-off.\u00a0 When the Wednesday classes for the two-year docent program began, art history came home.\u00a0 When I found a Jungian analyst over 25 years ago, my Self began to return.\u00a0 Last night I attended my first Tai Chi class.\u00a0 Another wandering aspect of myself has joined the others at the hearthside.<\/p>\n
When my hands floated up last night into the second position, I felt an energy pushing away from my body, just I felt it collecting as I pulled my elbows in and those same hands back toward my body.\u00a0 A sense of inner peace, momentary, but real, emerged.\u00a0 My first class, but not my last.<\/p>\n
It may be true as an article in the Star-Tribune this morning claimed, that memory takes longer to cement as we grow older, may be, but for me, I hold out for variability, that some things to take longer to seat, yes; but others, because they’re compelling or because they’re split-offs that have found their back to the homestead, just rejoin as if they’d never left.<\/p>\n
I’m going to confess something here.\u00a0 There’s a part of me, a looky-loo part, that hopes disasters will go all the way like the earthquake and the tsunami in Japan or the financial crisis or the riots sweeping the Middle East.\u00a0 A part of me wants to see what a nuclear meltdown would entail.\u00a0 What if that chief villain of high tech actually happened?\u00a0 What would the consequences be?\u00a0 Really?\u00a0 This is not at all a desire to see more disasters or worse catastrophes, rather it is a sort of morbid curiosity, a curiosity about extremes.\u00a0 What if a volcano like Mt. Rainier or Mt. Fuji erupt at full force?\u00a0 What if the sea levels do rise by 2 feet or more?\u00a0 This is the immoderate part of me, that aspect that wants thing to extend to their logical conclusion.<\/p>\n
I wouldn’t feel embarrassed about this at all if there wasn’t the possibility, the great likelihood, of serious injury and death to people and eco-systems.\u00a0 So, I feel embarrassed, but still interested.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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