Potluck gathering as sacred geometry

Last night I was at a potluck dinner where I began knowing only a couple other people. As is my tendency, I gravitated to a corner from which I could talk with the person on either side, or sit back and just listen to other conversations, or watch the proceedings, which is what I did, but this time with different eyes. At first I simply took delight in all of our surface differences the tattoos, hairdos, clothes, ages, levels of engagement with each other. Then, given our differences, I wondered about what drew each of us to this gathering, not just on a social level, but on the underlying level(s) – those of energy, geometry, gravity. I began to “feel into” the energy of the group, and found a cohesion there, even as people moved toward, and away from, the center(s). And, as I began to move towards “separating” myself from the group, I wondered what would happen to the feel of the group as I did that. When I look back on it now, I imagine a large bubble of water, from which a single drop emerges, and the bubble reforms, slightly smaller, but still with an attraction for the individual water drop, now forever connected and transformed by, energetically, that bubble. I am now more likely to reconnect with that group than I was to go there in the first place. These people are now part of my memory – the boy with curls just like his sister’s at that age, the man with empty holes in his earlobes, the teenage girl sitting on her mother’s lap. And beneath that, circles within circles; spirals; spheres. What will happen when we all see the entire universe this way?

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