Circling The Drain

 

This is for those who are now feeling a subtle pressure, that is distorting life, robbing energy, and slowing every move. You know who you are, though you might be reticent to admit it. Your galaxy suddenly has a black hole at its center, and it has begun to assert a pull on you. You’ve crossed into the event horizon, and realized your life was never your life. Something inexorable, something that doesn’t adhere to the cosmology of this world, is placing you under exquisite pressure, zapping you towards the inevitable. 

 

Congratulations, your circling the drain, in the lexicon of our conventional world, going down. Actually, being stripped of your extra weight, the materiality that has kept you in love with gravity. Now you are losing the grossness of your former being. The presumed trip down into oblivion is a cosmological event, a stumble beyond.

 

Rather than dwell on imagined arrivals, let’s celebrate what circling reveals. There is no other phase of life where death is so palpable, and as a result, paradoxically, there is no other stage of life where Life itself is so visible. Circling illuminates. The pressure of losing, of not being what you used to be, reveals what remains, the spirit seed that will be planted in some other circumstance. And, the incredible loving beauty of this rapidly passing existence.

 

Everything passes so quickly! Somehow gaining luminescence and meaning in the going. This green vulnerability becomes more vivid, it’s diversity of life-forms, a fountain of creative preciousness. Relationships shine more brightly. The final time is rich with wholing memories, frailer touches, and hearts opening like they have never opened. A poignant joy becomes possible!

 

Surrendering to an insistent tide seems like an easy thing to do.  But, the business and bustle of this dream keeps calling to us. It insists this is where it’s at, and for a time, that’s right, but the tide prevails, no matter if one is still trying to grasp the elusive gold ring. Going, going, gone is our reward. Slipping into the flow, we join something larger, more persistent, and old enough to be our truest ancestor.

 

Circling the drain can be confusing and disheartening. If one takes their cues from younger, as yet, under-initiated souls, then the latter era looks grim. But, the view of the soon to pass, is much more accurate and acute. We know, because of its steady pull, what’s going is what’s coming. Now, we are getting, as never before, that the flow has always been with us, and that it is us.