I've gone to great lengths.
And covered no distance, none.
Ends. My chourney ends!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Rain
Somebody wondered out "loud" on Twitter the other day why there are so many (African?) tweets about rain. Why shouldn't there be? It's the most natural thing, for all humanity and through all time.
When it rains it rains not only outside and not only over there and not only on but also inside our bodies -- which are at one with the rain, even though the body be cold and weary. We rain in spiritual and material communion with the rain, when it rains -- even though the spirit be wary. When it rains we rain in synchrony with it, and it rains with us.
Which is not to say that there are no horrors!
Rain is, and always has been, nature's most visible promise of continuity -- promise that another time will come, and that it will find you here, and that there will be more of you (and you will be the witness) when that time arrives -- blessing of all blessings.
It is life's most inclusive, and its most generous, insurance scheme: the one which, in the broad scheme of things, always pays and always delivers witnesses -- witnesses to the Light, which there (and thereby) shall continue to be.
So when Ayi Kweyi Armah asked, "Why are we so blest?", the answer he so desperately sought, and which eluded Modin and Solo and even him -- the answer of all answers and all of Two Thousand Seasons -- was: Rain.
When it rains it rains not only outside and not only over there and not only on but also inside our bodies -- which are at one with the rain, even though the body be cold and weary. We rain in spiritual and material communion with the rain, when it rains -- even though the spirit be wary. When it rains we rain in synchrony with it, and it rains with us.
Which is not to say that there are no horrors!
Rain is, and always has been, nature's most visible promise of continuity -- promise that another time will come, and that it will find you here, and that there will be more of you (and you will be the witness) when that time arrives -- blessing of all blessings.
It is life's most inclusive, and its most generous, insurance scheme: the one which, in the broad scheme of things, always pays and always delivers witnesses -- witnesses to the Light, which there (and thereby) shall continue to be.
So when Ayi Kweyi Armah asked, "Why are we so blest?", the answer he so desperately sought, and which eluded Modin and Solo and even him -- the answer of all answers and all of Two Thousand Seasons -- was: Rain.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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