October 10th, 2007
|09:39 am - Chronarchy and the Fox|
At the Clergy Retreat this past weekend (which I was only able to attend for about 10 hours), during the Order Work, I encountered an old friend.
While walking across the green plain, I passed a fox. He was dressed for travel, and walking on his hind legs, a bag and a stick slung over his shoulder, almost like a child who had run away from home, but his step was sure and he was focused on his destination.
In my first vision, he tipped his hat and continued walking. In this vision, he smiled with a toothy grin and turned around to walk with me.
As we traveled, we discussed things. Many of these things are simply unimportant to the present re-telling, so I will leave them.
What is important, though, is the very direct message that this old friend gave me:
He said, "You have a long way to go."
Then he looked at me squarely. "Start already."
And with that, he turned and continued on his way, and I continued on mine. But I certainly have not and will not forget what he said, and I certainly know exactly what it meant.
Maybe one day, he'll show me what's in that bag of his. I know what it is, even though I've never seen it. I knew when I first saw the bag a year ago.
I hope he doesn't think it's a little red hen.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: "Brand New Country Star", - JB
It is. He's missing a cap, and he could use a slightly more "dressed up" sort of look, but it's reasonable enough that I'll call it "a decent representation of what I saw."
I think you should read a poem. I know you told me before that you don't get it (poetry), but you need to read this poem. It is "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" by Wendell Berry. :)
I like it. It's wonderfully Discordian, and makes me want to go back to the farm for some real work. :)
(and the best part is, it's just as legible when you join each stanza into a paragraph, meaning I can actually manage to read it) :)http://www.context.org/ICLIB/IC30/Berry.htm