In my dream, I am sitting at a table in a restaurant with a black man, about to order breakfast, and looking forward to our conversation about a movie we are thinking about making, when a white man walks up to our table, making a scene because we are ruining his breakfast by eating together in his range of vision. I invite him to join us for breakfast, and tell him if he doesn't by the time I count to three he will forget how to breathe. I say, "One," and wake up. It is a great dream. On all levels. With new levels to be explored every time I think about it. For instance, everything depends upon what the overtly racist white man does. The "movie" we are making together will unfold in ways none of us can predict or control The angels in heaven bend low, watching, waiting, themselves not breathing, to see what transpires, with who doing what where when and how all yet to be seen. We are-- all of us, here/now, in real time-- living an impromptu, improvisational, unscripted and unrehearsed, scene-after-scene of a movie/play that is our life every moment of every day. We make it all up as we go. We do it all the time. We are great at it. And we screw it up by having ideas of how things ought to be, and who ought to say and do what in order to produce the life we have in mind for ourselves and each other. While what needs to happen in maintaining and serving the balance and harmony of the scene that is here/now waits patiently for us to get out of the way with our ideas of ought/should/must/mustn't/etc. so that what the flow of the moment requires can have a chance to produce the miracles it is capable of producing on its own with only the tuned-in awareness/presence of the players required for the dance that is here/now in every moment of each situation as it arises. Missed in all of the here/now's that come along by those who know best and must be pleased all of the time.
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Brilliant, Mr. DeMille!