Today
Most everyoneknows that yesterday was Halloween but many forget that that day was first "all hallowed's eve" meaning that the first of November is the Feast of All Hallowed.
In the Catholic faith in which i was raised, this translates to All Souls' Day-a holy day in which practicing catholics are obligated to participate in Mass. (the second of November is All Saints' Day, which is not now a holy day of obligation, tho it once was).
Today is the day in which All Souls are given their due. It is a day to remember the dead and honor those still living.
My mother left the house to fulfill her obligation about twenty minutes ago. Nevermind that she goes to church nearly every day-she's out of her routine for the day because she had just returned over the river and through the woods across I-10 where she was fulfilling her role as grandmother to my sister's three children. I am not entirely sure why she chose today to return (a trip that takes at least 3/5 hjours to complete, her day was further complicated by a haircut and some subsequent car-care stuff.
My other sister would be quick to point out that I just spent a paragraph (or more, if unwritten/deleted dreck would be considered) obsessing over what our mother has done to make all souls hallowed rather than what I, me, my self have done.
I am going to stay off the tenuous limbs of meta-artistry-bullshit by *not* stating that this journal entry is such an effort, a real and effective way to commune with the collective unconscious by way of posting in a mostly-abandoned online personal journal.
If today were taken apart moment by moment, act by act, I am sure that there would be many instances of me *not* considering any Souls or much at All or even doing anyone hallowing in even the loosest sense of the word.
Today I was passive. I let someone struggle to grasp the missing word (he had said, "monks spent their whole lives going after _______. What was that word? What was that thing that they aim for?" and so I could only smile, his musings mixing in with the radio's advertisement for insurance and my own mind's struggle to recall how a certain grain of sand which signifies the place of All within the layers of No and Thing-or was it layers of Yes and Sum-until the person making the metaphor in question regarding a monastic striving for perfection in being stopped guessing and let silence fill the room for a beat and an other said "Enlightenment" and the first speaker said, "yes, that's it. What a waste of time" and I smiled to my self, not noticing that i was mistaking my sandwich making until later, after mispronouncing "bodhisattva" in a trepid halt that could only widen the gap between my standing under reality as it is perceived by All.
Today I was passive. Notprotesting until it wascertain that my prose could not text very well at all. gentle inquiry, yielding to greater knowing.
It is a long mass which my mother is at. Our dinner is delayed by this.
More important than any of the above nonsense tho is the fact that today is rowantwig'sbirthday.
In the Catholic faith in which i was raised, this translates to All Souls' Day-a holy day in which practicing catholics are obligated to participate in Mass. (the second of November is All Saints' Day, which is not now a holy day of obligation, tho it once was).
Today is the day in which All Souls are given their due. It is a day to remember the dead and honor those still living.
My mother left the house to fulfill her obligation about twenty minutes ago. Nevermind that she goes to church nearly every day-she's out of her routine for the day because she had just returned over the river and through the woods across I-10 where she was fulfilling her role as grandmother to my sister's three children. I am not entirely sure why she chose today to return (a trip that takes at least 3/5 hjours to complete, her day was further complicated by a haircut and some subsequent car-care stuff.
My other sister would be quick to point out that I just spent a paragraph (or more, if unwritten/deleted dreck would be considered) obsessing over what our mother has done to make all souls hallowed rather than what I, me, my self have done.
I am going to stay off the tenuous limbs of meta-artistry-bullshit by *not* stating that this journal entry is such an effort, a real and effective way to commune with the collective unconscious by way of posting in a mostly-abandoned online personal journal.
If today were taken apart moment by moment, act by act, I am sure that there would be many instances of me *not* considering any Souls or much at All or even doing anyone hallowing in even the loosest sense of the word.
Today I was passive. I let someone struggle to grasp the missing word (he had said, "monks spent their whole lives going after _______. What was that word? What was that thing that they aim for?" and so I could only smile, his musings mixing in with the radio's advertisement for insurance and my own mind's struggle to recall how a certain grain of sand which signifies the place of All within the layers of No and Thing-or was it layers of Yes and Sum-until the person making the metaphor in question regarding a monastic striving for perfection in being stopped guessing and let silence fill the room for a beat and an other said "Enlightenment" and the first speaker said, "yes, that's it. What a waste of time" and I smiled to my self, not noticing that i was mistaking my sandwich making until later, after mispronouncing "bodhisattva" in a trepid halt that could only widen the gap between my standing under reality as it is perceived by All.
Today I was passive. Notprotesting until it wascertain that my prose could not text very well at all. gentle inquiry, yielding to greater knowing.
It is a long mass which my mother is at. Our dinner is delayed by this.
More important than any of the above nonsense tho is the fact that today is rowantwig'sbirthday.