Wednesday, December 15, 2021

saga of crafting life

to a heart-healing folk singer in Kentucky
whose music is renewing her—and 
she also thinks of California

The myths are too many to gather into a singular splendor of hope and home. Though myth itself is easily disrobed as such, longing for grand light never wanes.

We grow into a horizon that nevertheless recedes, as more new horizon—which is good: We’re drawn to grow on in our path.

I don’t feel that being more careful is often the way to gain more enlightenment. We need risk. It’s a challenge of balance: creative solitude, love for others—wanting to be loved for doing one’s best
to flourish in the balancing act: one’s life alone duly honored; life with “you” duly loved.

We gain, we lose. We fall, we stand. We move on.

It’s good to want more. Of course, it’s not good to want too imprudently.

Love is like that—or often. If there was enough justice in love, there wouldn’t commonly be pain.

So, we learn the paths that are best. We learn what paths to avoid.

A great lesson of my life was learning to love by letting go. The lover who should be ashamed of his pretense, whatever, is learning, too
and goes his own way, not basically culpable for being no more than
who he is. He needed his own pace of growth, took a different path.
You moved on.

I feel there’s truth in wanting love that seems beyond every aspect of one’s life. Want brings more truth into love we have. We grow from it,
together, apart.

Fulfillment is always a preface to wanting new ways or varieties of light which call—like a new horizon, like a heartrending song—for a new way of fulfilling.

That’s creative life: rocky, flowing, rocky again. The enthralling
ephemerality of happiness may be drawn by remembrance into a fine
coherence beyond dark times, beyond desire that congests.

In other words, good days can be gathered by remembrance into defining the life which is truly my own best way of leaving darkness behind, because I made the good of my life prevail.

Where we are, we’re already royalty of our creative land that matters,
in all humility, with thankfulness for our craft in making life good enough.