| A Friend Is Lost |Caprice and Severity in the Social Labyrinth
Shuttered Doors, Closed Windows | 13 September 2007Image by Beau Bosko
---------------------- Harmony or Disruption? You choose.Another friend
in the social-net falls away today, drifting to the Earth like a leaf losing its grip on the lifeline of a nurturing branch… a leaf falling, silent and solitary… falling. Have you cut loose someone
from your circle? I did a few moments ago. It was necessary, I decided, to protect the fragile shell of harmony, my shell from the unexpected disruption of another’s tumult and desperation. All it took
was the click of an electronic mouse… and away she tumbled into the abyss and despair of broken connections. An Idea, An Ideal, and the Dark Night Despair
is an appropriate description of the loss of another channel linking my perceptions to the vast and vital world out there
, the imagined Universe of my sharers, who exist as an idea and an ideal of life way beyond
my viewport here at the cottage. You are
out there… are you not? The Romans spoke of hope
with the whisper of the word sperare
. Attach the prefix de- and suddenly we lose all hope in the chill of dark night. But only for a moment, we pray. Only for a moment. My social-net friend
entered the circle with great promise. Her departure brings a sharp dash of sadness to the morning. Once ago I opened a door
and said, come in and sit awhile. Our early visits revealed her unique voice and eclectic rainbow of interests. But something essential was missing – as if every day turned us into strangers anew… as if every past positive connection had been lost overnight… as if each flickering encounter demanded fresh proof of identity and intent. Beaten and Bruised: Worldly Forces Hard at Work How far can we go
to help in the healing of another when our own journey to wholeness is not yet done? My spirit is not yet strong enough to enter into the risky venture of full and unalterable commitment to the sacrifice. It is my nature
to look first for good in the others I meet. Experience, however, teaches me to watch with practiced wariness for worldly forces hard at work in the mundane flow of daily life… because, once or twice before… I have been beaten and bruised… and don’t like it. How about you? So, I watch
-- through necessity -- for insidious expressions of ego and fear to emerge like Familiars, the ageless disrupters, who are bent on breaking the bonds of community and derailing my quest for unity of purpose. I look into the mirror and wonder: Am I trapped in a self-fulfilling prophecy of failure? Don’t know. Just don’t. But I am hopeful.
To spite the gloom, I hold dearly to my hope. This go ‘round, this time: Yes!
the outcome shall be different. I will not abandon my desire for wholeness in relationships, ephemeral or casual or as deep and as lasting as blood. Sand and Seeds, Signs of Illumination “Separateness is a delusion,”
the Adept P.F.C. wrote. “In the world of causes, heaven, the Divine Will works perfectly.” The top of the hourglass
on my desk empties itself once again into the microcosm below. All I can do now is turn the glass over and wait… and watch… as the white grains of sand fall again from the heavenlies to fill the empty globe with fresh patterns and signs of illumination – seeds of good emerging to bring life to a field of misfortune.
Ebenezer Baldwin Bowles
18 August 2015 #socialnetwork #hope #despair