The Inner Sanctum
Ave!
Caught unawares in a wistful phase is much like loosing a precious coin from the back of one’s trousers - at first it seems a trifle; a mere setback in the pouch of one’s material fortune which is teased by voracious gambling habits and rapidly abandoned come that pending electricity bill. Of course, we can easily find a new coin to replace it or wait for tomorrow’s rainy day to conjure new life into the lacy brims of clouds. But what about the deeper things; our dreams and ambitions, desires and hurts - the elements of ourselves which sometimes resemble more a pocket seed on a pinhead than a masterpiece of our making. In truth, it takes just a moment of linear time for the semiotic to become the spiritual in the everyday life and it need not be as abstract it sounds. There is a special magic in those humble small talents; which given the right momentum, can strike deep into the Achillies heel of our troubles. So what say you; is it worthwhile cherishing our copper pot of precious things or flaring like an effervescent, maintained only by our comparision to others?
An unusual way to begin to be sure - but locking oneself out of home is downright violating. It happened to one solemn Sunday afternoon as Jasmin and I proceeded on our journey to the local shopping strip, realising that our keys were laughing at us as we thought of the many options to get back inside. The home of all things reserves a special and powerful bond to our senses in such a way that it is recognised as a necessity by stern government bodies and grandmothers who gloat over the sixty years they have occupied their solid European settlement abode. It is a keep for weary and excited minds, charged by the prospect of new and challenging things and it is a passageway to the inner sanctum that we hold guarded to the public eye. Undoubtedly you can understand why one would be upset at being excluded from our home, but what force is at work that makes us dissatisfied with the smaller aspects of ourselves essential to a healthy ego?
In an era when the faster it will perform, the better it is, it is hard believe that the components of the inner world don’t function in accordance with such paradigms of speed and linearity. It is similar to say that our passions and our dreams do not become reality within a day; only through persistence and perseverence do they become an aspect of the material world. Resultingly, when we notice others are achieving and aspiring and having gratifying things channelled into their lives it can be difficult to resist the urges of envy and begin the long-winded and catastrophic process of self-comparison. Nevertheless, self-comparison can be a useful skill if used wisely and only for the purposes of betterment.
When we decide to compare our accomplishments or activity to another, we must be careful not to reflect our reticence with disdain but instead to realise what, at the source, has influenced a pause in our creative flow. While at times we are all capable of feeling discouraged or unmotivated, it takes only a gentle push from an inspiring obstacle to free the gears of progress.
We know that human hands laboured to make structures reaching toward the heavens, as such that the power of the gods would ail us of our limitations and this is an impressive and inspiring piece of history in itself. And we know that those at the vista of their careers turn their energy to the inner world that has lay dormant for many years behind them. At its quintessence? In lieu of the ratrace, we can take solace in the fact that our creative projects and our myriad of spiritual endeavours can rest on the backburner while we tend to the pressing needs of the material world. After all, it’s the only way to function harmoniously and the most effective way to balance our lives with the energy needed to persevere.
-Vale!
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