Evolution happens even when no one is paying attention.
I’ll be noting Monday’s eclipse with a ceremonial fire, unleashing the “magical” elements associated with the moon cutting in line at the astronomical Walmart, temporarily blocking the light from the day. I imagine the moon snickering on these rare occasions when they are in charge. Similar to when my dog Blue, who’s rarely allowed off leash, is untethered when the conditions are right and takes off, churlishly grinning while zooming after geese, forcing them into flight.
I’m not sure I have much belief in the power of an eclipse. After reading about how DNA might transmit ancient fears across the decades, I figure there’s probably a bit of early human terror of the unknown, heightening our collective interest in something that’s dependent on a visual point of reference.
Even so, I don’t want to topple all the way into objectivity and lose out on novel moments for ceremonial fires and woo-doo dances.
Evolving happens even when no one is paying attention—including the person evolving.
In the previous newsletter (HERE), I wrote about how, over the last twelve months, my brain has been mysteriously building synapses without my knowing about it. It was as though a Master of the Cubbies connected brain pathways with information and provided access to my frontal lobe when I was wondering if I’d ever be able to design a new website.
A few weeks ago, after a twelve-month hiatus, I sat back down at a web builder program and was able to do something that was IMPOSSIBLE in April of last year. I hadn’t taken any classes or called a friend for a clue. The hair on my head was intact—I had not needed to rip handfuls out in despair. Not once. And, when it was complete, I felt... I might gag at writing this... proud.
A year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to write “proud” in reference to myself, and now, weirdly, it is as though that word is unleashed like Blue and is joy-romping before going back into the bad word closet.
Evolution is spontaneous and yet, designed into this life-organism. It is unstoppable, and might also be missed. If I hadn’t returned to the web program, I would never have known that the Master of the Cubbies had been working its little bum off in the background while I assumed something was impossible.
One day, all on its own, “I’m proud of me” might evolve itself out of the closet and into the all-day dictionary. Until then, I’ll trot it out now and then, and if the leash is unclipped, match Blue churlish grin for churlish grin.
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My website—EVOLVING WITH EMME may be found at www.evolvingwithemme.com or www.emmelecos.com
AT ITS OPTIMUM, I BELIEVE LIFE IS AN ONGOING, INTENTIONALLY EVOLVING PROCESS—NOT SIMPLY AN ENDURANCE TEST. I CONSIDER THIS CONCEPT OF PRIMARY, ALL-LIFE-SURVIVAL IMPORTANCE, WITH THE HEALTH OF THE PLANET AND FUTURE GENERATIONS DEPENDENT UPON PEOPLE TURNING ENDURANCE LIVES INTO LIVING LIVES.