Funny, how even the most everyday things can offer us little messages just when we need them. so that we can discover even in a humble bowl of pasta, secrets to the meaning of life!
When Mr Nielson better known as Sid. and I were very young we spent a lot of time searching for that elusive meaning of life secret thing!
We had time, in between idling about on Wits Campus to look for it in every nook and cranny.
We loved nothing better then pondering about it every chance we got, and because we were young and of course, knew everything, it seemed like something we could take home and file along with our degrees, ( ok Rob, my unfinished degree) on a shelf marked 'Everything you ever wanted to know about the meaning of life but were too afraid to ask.'
Mr Nielson and I found ourselves a 'perfect living Master', we became vegetarians, wore cheesecloth and wished everyone Rhada Swami before swanning off to India to sit at the Master's perfect feet!
By now we were initiated into the path, and we tried to spend at least ten percent of our day, preferably at the time of elixer doing our meditation.
Our mantra was made up of the names of the lords of the 'inner regions'. Regions which we could in time expect to traverse, with guidance from the Master himself!
These five 'holy' names were repeated in a kind of cosmic inner spiral that echoed the very constrution of the universe itself.
I thought of that spiral today as I prepared a bowl of pasta, watching as the whirls of plumped gluten absorbed flavour and richness. For of course, the secrets of life are meant to elude us but as we nurture with love those around us, we can catch a glimpse of it in the sacred geometry of the universe.
I thought of that spiral today as I prepared a bowl of pasta, watching as the whirls of plumped gluten absorbed flavour and richness. For of course, the secrets of life are meant to elude us but as we nurture with love those around us, we can catch a glimpse of it in the sacred geometry of the universe.
Fractals, the extraordinary perfection of nature's design is a constant reminder of the order around us, even in seeming chaos.
Reassuring.
Constant.
It is the breath of time passing, the rise and fall; the shadow and light that is all of life.
The Golden Mean. Yes, even in a bowl of pasta. Maybe especially in a bowl of pasta. :) Lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou write so beautifully, Elle. I try and read your blog whenever I remember. A true philosopher whom I was fortunate to meet when you and Mr Nielson, better known as Sid, so graciously entertained two strangers in your lovely home one memorable Friday night.
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