Primal spirituality is pristine spirituality. We often think of nature as being pristine. By definition, the Earth is a dirty place. And yet it is, at the same time, pristine, even with all its rotting leaves and other decaying plant life. Even with all the manure from all the animals. Nature is pristine.Becoming a Sun p. 230
The truth of the human experience is also pristine. But how many people really know it? Can you view your own emotional realm as pristine? There might be things rotting in there. There might be all kinds of storms and lots of transformation occurring. But just because there are storms and transformation in nature does not take away from the pristine quality of the natural world. The same is true for a human being.
This quote from my book was really good to revisit today. Because right now, my world is not seeming so pristine. How about yours? Here, there are plenty of rotting leaves and worse.
In the United States, we now have over 150,000 who died from the coronavirus pandemic. Healthcare workers are facing a tidal wave of cases, overwhelming them, and their facilities. We hear stories of nurses crying all the way to and from work over what they face every day. My heart goes out to them.
And that’s only the beginning. There is so much in my life, near and far, that is in flux…comings and goings, and all the usual ups and downs that can seem more calamitous on some days than others. Particularly if I forget that change is a changeless law.
So today is a good day to remember the nature of the cycles of Creation in my life, sometimes dressed up as human strife. The mornings and evenings of things in their cycle, all the summers and winters of the unfoldment of life. Yes, as the folksinger told us, “To everything—turn, turn turn, there is a season‑turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven.” It is all pristine.
I live in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. When I climb to the top of the ridge behind where I live, and I peer down into the next valley where there are no people and no buildings—only the hawk soaring above the pines—I feel the pristine silence of the natural world. May I see the same in my own soul and in the human world in which I live.
Every human being is already a sun on the inside—a being of intense love and light. The difference is that some people have the vision and courage to become a sun on the outside. This difference is our human destiny.