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Nov 24, 2009 16:50

Since I actually fell asleep in my color class today, I decided to go get potato chips to munch on in hopes of their waking me up. On my way over to the student union, I started to hear drumming. My first thought was some grumpy thing about people protesting fee raises at the school which has no power over them. However, I realized that this was *rythmic*. Like, really drumming. When I got there, there were feather dancers and drummers, dancing and lighting incense and standing the quarters.

I walked over and sat on the steps and watched, and I could feel the difference in the air. I sat there and listened and watched, and thought about ritual and mysticism. I reflected on all the different types of rituals I have seen, and the way that cultures develop their own means to open up the cracks in things. The common idea that there is something underneath - whether it be God or spirit or meaning or a unifying field theory.

It keeps coming up again - the cracks in things: in daily life, in clay, in paint, in color, in my stregnth, in my belief, in my support systems, in our plans.

I sat there, thinking about the cracks in things. And as much as I wanted to stay, I went to get my potato chips and head back to class. It's important when the cracks open to only take that one piece of wisdom that you need. If you try and take too much, it either becomes a monkey trap that you can't get free of or you waste wisdom as it spills from your brain.

I took one of those gratitude breaths that feel so good, and then I went on with my day.

thoughts

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