There are days and nights that meditation comes easily. Tonight is not one of those nights. Usually when I return from my EFM class, I relax for awhile and then drift off into some mindless activity until the day’s cobwebs clear, and I can go to sleep. I must write instead tonight, and my usual tricks are not working.
Part of tonight’s discussion was about whether the journey to one’s soul is really a journey, or whether the soul is there just waiting to be discovered already formed to be what it it is. My lame contribution to this discussion was a retelling of Bagger Vance’s words that inside of us is one “authentic swing.” For each of us our swing is unique and all we must do is get out of its way. Believe me others were much more prophetic.
I don’t have an answer whether life’s journey is internal or external, or both. I am without answers tonight. John Keats in a letter to his brother and sister asked, “Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a soul?”
I do believe that given the choice I would opt for a loving soul than an intelligence that has not experienced pain or trouble. In Lent my journey whether internal or external is to find my soul and remove all the barriers in its way from being “authentic.”