Madrigal
Yes, I've been reading her blog, too. I think, for me, the draw is that very tension you speak of, kalliope, between belief and irreverence. That kind of view is a real one because it allows for all the ambiguity inherent in the human condition. The Absolute might live in the cards, the gods and our expectations (are the three very different?) but it has less of an obvious place in the actual such that the actual might be seen as the Absolute distilled into something digestible, manageable, compassionately measured out into a ratio fit for human experience. When I read her material I feel the underpinnings of this. The place between knowing and not knowing is really not different than the place between the breath. If you've ever spent anytime in that place you know it for the unfathomable ongoing Question that it is.
And she disseminates it with humor, anger and a reverence for beauty which is to say the symmetry of Mystery we're all participating in and as. As I read the cards I'm becoming very aware of how much Merleau-Ponty's gorgeous observation that...'my body is the awareness of the gaze of the Other' is a factor in my own experience with the cards. They become the Other such that my own body comes alive beneath their gaze, all the senses are activated as I allow the cards to see me. It becomes an equal exchange. Elias's book affirms this experience for me in a way that is both oblique and to the point.
This is another interesting series of sentences...
"But speaking for myself here, I could, in fact, say that pushing the narrative-of-the-self agenda in a poetic way has taught me one valuable lesson, namely, that knowing myself has consequences for the way in which I also know my place. How to know your place has now become a primary aim in my teachings." pp. 32
I find this a skillful and astute approach, if sober, but I bristle at its confines, at the sense that we have the kind of perspective and overview of Place to begin with. And yet, this also feels like an infinitely practical and humble portal. Okay, nuff said for now. The poet in me could run with this book...
And she disseminates it with humor, anger and a reverence for beauty which is to say the symmetry of Mystery we're all participating in and as. As I read the cards I'm becoming very aware of how much Merleau-Ponty's gorgeous observation that...'my body is the awareness of the gaze of the Other' is a factor in my own experience with the cards. They become the Other such that my own body comes alive beneath their gaze, all the senses are activated as I allow the cards to see me. It becomes an equal exchange. Elias's book affirms this experience for me in a way that is both oblique and to the point.
This is another interesting series of sentences...
"But speaking for myself here, I could, in fact, say that pushing the narrative-of-the-self agenda in a poetic way has taught me one valuable lesson, namely, that knowing myself has consequences for the way in which I also know my place. How to know your place has now become a primary aim in my teachings." pp. 32
I find this a skillful and astute approach, if sober, but I bristle at its confines, at the sense that we have the kind of perspective and overview of Place to begin with. And yet, this also feels like an infinitely practical and humble portal. Okay, nuff said for now. The poet in me could run with this book...