I told a story last night at a coffee house, it was requested by someone who had remembered hearing about it when I first told it as a Story for All Ages at a Unitarian Universalist Church…she had not been able to hear it then, so I told it again…and I will tell it again and again – each time will be a little different – cause true stories are like that – they shift with the winds of need and hope.
And it was my hope to be able to share that with you today – I have been trying to create video/audio content and post it every two week, either for Ministry of Animals, or for this personal blog, Reverend Lizzie. I do post daily on Ministry of Animals….meditations, words and ink – not sound nor movement….
But a week ago my father-in-law died….(who walked me down the aisle, not to give me away, as i am my own gift, but to represent all the important men who helped raise me – who could not be there) And then came others who I knew, this week they crossed over, they died as well – and instead of producing a video – over here, we were producing tears.
Life has a way of reminding us of the dichotomy of our bodies – being designed to heal, and designed to wear out…sometimes even concurrently. Perhaps to point us to those bits that never wear out – that are in a continuous process of evolution and growth.
And that now is a time for listening, and gentlenesses –
And as if to make it very clear –
The story I told last night was The Story of Arachne. A Greek story we only know thru three Romans: Ovid, Pliny the Elder and Virgil – and well the version I told was be a little different – but no less factual – and perhaps truer to this moment…
And you will get a chance to hear it. But not yet. And rather than publish the text – which is meant to be told – I am hitting the pause button.
And as if to make the point very clear,
When I tried to leave my house today, my path was closed – it so subtle I almost missed it – by a gossamer peace sign. Woven by one of Arachne’s many children – a Jewel Spider.
please check out the post Pathways and Gates for a picture of it on my other blog.
All is metaphor,
Al is Grace.