Saturday, 23 July 2016
Syria, lest we forget.
Coming and going with nothing to say.
I spent more time with paint and pencils than words. I haven't shared them all here as I intended.
A picture I come across of a little girl playing house-house in the rubble, using a piece of something for a wall in her "house" touched me so much I drew it. Her mother, I assume, is hanging up some washing. There is a doorway behind her. That must be home. The bombs have crushed just about everything else, so, hopefully, they are not coming back.
My connection to Syria is "close to abnormal, but not wrong," to quote one of my family members. I have been breaking inside for that country as if it were my own; the people, the children, the animals, the doctors, the nurses who have to be doctors because there is no one else. I can't help but wonder what the story line is for the little girl playing in her play, on a world stage, oblivious of cameras and the surrounding broken street. Did she feel an odd sensation while I drew the picture?
France is in a panic. Turkey is not well. America ...
I don't think it matters much where we live anymore. The opponent is everywhere. Until we all get that this is not a physical matter, but a spiritual matter, things will no doubt continue to dumbfound us. We shall continue to cope and vote and "dream of better days," as my Ouma used to say.
I am less freaked out than I used to be because I have studied hours of Kabbalah with the Kabbalah Centre's online University, learning from the teachers there the why of things.
When I was a child I only wanted to know why. I didn't care too much for how, when, especially when, or where. I wanted to know why.
At last, I have found the wisdom I have longed for. Kabbalah.
I am too much of a student as yet to share this with you, but I will say this, "Love thy neighbour as thyself," means a whole lot more than anyone thinks it does.
Anger and jealousy are lethal.
I see faith differently now. It's like a wide blue ribbon that is frayed on the edges and those with faith are like pins in that ribbon. One can be in the centre or on the edge and still feel wobbly when one prays. Certainty, on the other hand, is a thin white line.
Love and Light