The Big Mushroom...

...and "Interconnectedness"

I have often tried to see my life in metaphor. Sort of a mile high view thing that instead of taking an aerial perspective takes a perspective as though the viewer is a painter of broad strokes or a poet. Anyway, interconnectedness is the theme because it was prevalent in a big way today. I attended this class at my workplace...an institution of healing... (another metaphor, I assure you) where I work in the Center for Performance Improvement. The class was called "The Magic of Conflict", but it was really about energy or chi... something I just had a conversation with George about at lunch last week. It was about connecting rather than opposing and thus turning conflict into a gift. Could sound cheesy, but it isn't... The energy of conflict is a gift and I work for a dept. that is all about improvement. Then I watched Northern Exposure with Duncan. Dr. Fleischman (sp?) is AWOL in the tundra and he is explaining to Maggie how these honey mushrooms he picks are all a part of one big fungus that exists underground as a whole being but appear on the surface as separate. Then he trips along with a diatribe about how we are all one...

So here I am getting this message twice in one day and it is like preaching to the choir... but it was yet another moment when I could see the metaphor...

My life is not just getting up and going to work... it is broad brush strokes of learning. I used to work at another Center... "The Center on Philanthropy".... at an institution of higher learning. The brush strokes begin to show a pattern when you look at things from the metaphor perspective.

I have so much to learn... I am trying to see with a different lens. I went out to my car last night and there was a raven sitting on the soft-top roof. It looked at me and I looked at it. It didn't move, but crackled at me... I don't know how to characterize it differrently... it crackled and I laughed. I needed to run an errand and I tried thinking that and sending a message that way... it crackled again...finally, out loud, I said "I see you shapeshifter, trickster like coyote, sitting on my vehicle... I am trying to read your message... the vehicle is magick... I understand that. My car, this body... not real. An illusion." It crackled again, hopped onto the hood of my car and down onto the driveway, walked until it was in front of me and laughed. No other way to explain the sound.

This life is an illusion... so much is metaphor. Don't let the vehicle fool you.. don't let it