Thanks to Sarasvati, Goddess of Learning for a rather painless first night of essay writing. Normally it would take me all day to get three pages out, but with her help, and some crystal magnification, I pounded out three pages in a couple of hours.
I figured, since I was focusing on the Indian Diaspora again this semester, I would do a little outside learning of the Indian pantheon and draw some of their aid.
I'm delighted at how easy this is, how right it feels. Part of me still thinks I might regret it, but that must be the subconscious strident moralizing guilt bands still around my mind. I think I may deal with those for a while...as long as I continue to listen. Deal is, if I listen to them I have to listen to the fears that maybe the fanatics might also be right. Where does that land me? Belief through fear? I'm afraid it might be true, so I believe it? There's no joy in that...only paranoia.
No, my Goddess candle flickers joyously beside me, and I feel like I'm actually connected to something intimate and pure. And exciting. :)
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