What symbols are living symbols for you? Which ones bring you to life? Ground you? Open you to the moment, and to the wonder of life, the mysterium tremendum, the awe inspiring mystery, at the heart of being alive? What symbols enable you to face anything? Serve as a guide through dark times? A beacon calling us past waves crashing on the rocks and heaving amid the howling wind on the wine dark sea? What symbols do you turn to when there is no place else to turn? What symbols are at the heart of your life? Start with these symbols and search them for the metaphors they represent. What are the metaphors behind each symbol? What are the meanings you attach to each metaphor? One of my favorite symbols is a ceramic egg, about six inches high and eight inches in diameter. a section of the shell has broken away, and a scaly foot of a baby dragon has come out of the egg into the light of day. I have used this egg as a teaching metaphor for Easter Morning sermons, as a different kind of Easter Egg, with the theme, "The new life in Christ will eat your old life alive!" Using the text from Luke 9:24, "Whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for that which is greater than they are will save it." What will we lose our life (Metaphorically speaking) for? What are we willing to go to hell (Metaphorically speaking) for? Our symbols take us to the truth of who we are. To the truth of what our life is. Ask the questions your favorite symbols beg to be asked. See what they really have to say.
Our symptoms, tics, neuroses, psychoses, loss of purpose, lack of enthusiasm for life, ennui, poor posture and lousy disposition are all attributable to the sorry quality of our relationship with ourselves in general and with our Original Nature in particular. Our lot is not going to improve until we realign ourselves with ourselves, and live in accord with our nature. This does not mean doing whatever we want. It means doing what is ours to do whether we want to or not. "What is ours to do" is not something someone assigns us. It is not what parents, society, culture or our desire to succeed and excel impose upon us. It is what is ours to do from before we were born. You could call it destiny, but that sounds like achieving something. It is more on the order of simply being who we are-- doing what needs us to do it the way we alone are capable of doing it. Living our life the way only we can live it. Whether anything comes of it or not. The stream flowing to the sea is fulfilling its destiny by being what it is, doing what it does the way it would do it in each situation as it arises. Be the stream. Flow to the sea. It has never been more difficult than that. Never will be.
Waking up is growing up, growing up is waking up. Everyone has a blind side keeping them immature and unseeing. If you are not laughing at yourself, you are not growing up. If the tone of your laughter is mean and vindictive, you are not growing up. The quality and degree of our laughter is a signature sign of the quality and degree of our maturity and wakefulness. Seeing is laughing. Dancing. Celebrating. Crying. Mourning. Dying. Laughter and sorrow have an antiphonal relationship with each other, singing the song of life to each other through the ages. Best friends forever. Life and death. Death and resurrection. It never gets old. We never outgrow it. We welcome it again, and step into the day.