Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
PRIMAL PLACE
OUR PRIMAL PLACE
Self-love is first. Family love comes next . Community love comes last.
Each stage of love's development depends upon the previous ones.
The person is foremost . Its home-life follows and contributes. Then follows community training, values.
There are not hard, fast categories. They all flow into and out of each other. Everything begins with you, ends with you, if pertinent to you.
In examining self, an extraordinary fact reveals itself: our life. We hear. We smell, feel, taste. One becomes aware of warmth, cold, dry, wet, touch and nourishment. Light is painful. Sight hurts the eyes. Eyesight is better, much more comfortable with eyes closed, away from burning light: a bright, persistent insistent light. It is an obtrusive light that will not go away, even at night. Adapting to light, accepting its inevitable presence, we learn, is the first of life's many lessons.
The inner self is life's, is love's primal place, the womb, sanctuary. The place prior to birth, that's resonating always within us as memory, where we revert to, psychically at times of pain , of stress, for peace and release inside.
But we are here. No longer there. So here, we ourselves must emerge to meet the sources of self's poking, prodding. People are like the light: bright, persistent, insistent; cooing, wooing, oohing, aahing all the time!
We learn soon enough that we too are scions of light and life to others now in their primal places inert, yet inchoate.
From the primal place we have come ; to the primeval place we must return.