A Language of Being

so, as these things go... in a flash i am on my way to phoenix, az. driving 2,000 + miles in the course of 2 and 1/2 - 3 days to deliver the friends pup - the great mob-ster. this is day 3 of my trip as i blog from Amarillo, TX. (go texas). so much driving has given me time to think and drive and listen to sub-par books on tape.

on Wednesday evening, i found myself wishing i had chosen to bring my serious read "Soul Mate" by Thomas Moore instead of my silly read... "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - 2". "Soul Mate" sounds like a title of book that goes with a mushy read of flowers an fluff. This is not, however, what this books hold. It's the follow up book to "Care of the Soul" and speaks about the language of the soul particular in relationship... and not mushy relationships but just relationships of all kinds. It is filled with lots of mystic language, because after all - a soul IS a difficulty thing to put into words. There seems to be lots of greek myths mentioned... needless it's a bit interesting.

but i found myself wanting to read this as i drove, because the soul is a funny thing. i mean it completely has NO brain. it can not be reasoned with. its just this essence that seems to flow from you and you get feelings but there is no words for them... they just come. sometimes you get images or remember things, and your mind says to you... "why are you feeling THIS about THAT??? we've already worked through THAT and you are over it." but your soul is like "whateva whateva... i'll do what i want". (ha!) and all you can do, like a child that just won't cooperate is let the soul sit and flow until it lines up with your mind. and occasionally shake your head at the ridiculousness of what it wants to hash up.

road trips are good for soul flowing, i think. because you drive, you physically are "flowing" down the road. a song comes on that triggers a thought a memory... you feel it and then move on to the next spontaneous thing that bubbles it up. in the course of a normal day, life just gets to busy to deal with all these little spontaneous thoughts. so we have the tendency to push them aside, shove them down, not take the time to think about them (at least i am guilty of this) and go along our day because there are just things we have to do. and i think sometimes, our soul gets full and it overflows with life unprocessed and if not processed will just make us sick. i think i've gotten there recently. and so this trip has been good for me. i can't even tell you what i've thought about... because it happens in a glimpse, it a split of a second. an indescribable feeling that you feel that has no rational thought. all i know is that at the end of a long road trip like this one... i just feel better. i feel lighter. i feel fresher. it is the mystery of the soul... a language of being.


Random fact: a paper less crayon can only bare 4 lbs of weight before it will snap... but a papered crayon (with wrapper) can bare up to 8 lbs before snapping.