I dunno, I wasn't in Lawrence's skin. I had string of very deep relationships with very different (from each other) women. The first 3 relationships were mainstream. The last 5, the women, as well as I, were in direct contact with realms beyond the human realm. I seriously doubt religious people experienced anything close to what we experienced, nor could they have comprehended or coped with it. I imagine religious people would have looked funny at us, if we had told them what we were experiencing. One of the 5 was very religious. The other 4 were on their own unique journeys. We were chewed up pretty good by our journeys. Maybe we met different dragons than the one Lawrence met? Those 5 women, and the 3women before them, each seemed to open something new in me, which I didn't know was there. I could view each of those relationships as a different life that I lived. And there was the life before them, and the life now, when I probably am too old to tango, waltz, jitterbug, tango, mamba, rumba, disco dance, country dance, etc. with women.
"But there is the other way, back to the sun, to faith in the chaos of suns. Back to the pool of renewal, where we dip ourselves in life again, and let the old case-hardened self-conceit wash off us, and let the body unfurl in all its sensitiveness and naivete again, like a magnolia, to the suns. And this is not so easy. You can't do it by just saying you will do it. It is a slow, blind process, a painful discarding of shells and defences that are only obstructions, and a taking on of a new sensitiveness, awareness, and a new faith in the sun."
- D.H.Lawrence, Introduction to Harry Crosby's "Chariot of the Sun."
This passage always reminds me of his poem Nothing to Save:
"There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet."
I dunno, I wasn't in Lawrence's skin. I had string of very deep relationships with very different (from each other) women. The first 3 relationships were mainstream. The last 5, the women, as well as I, were in direct contact with realms beyond the human realm. I seriously doubt religious people experienced anything close to what we experienced, nor could they have comprehended or coped with it. I imagine religious people would have looked funny at us, if we had told them what we were experiencing. One of the 5 was very religious. The other 4 were on their own unique journeys. We were chewed up pretty good by our journeys. Maybe we met different dragons than the one Lawrence met? Those 5 women, and the 3women before them, each seemed to open something new in me, which I didn't know was there. I could view each of those relationships as a different life that I lived. And there was the life before them, and the life now, when I probably am too old to tango, waltz, jitterbug, tango, mamba, rumba, disco dance, country dance, etc. with women.
I love this perspective on your relationships.
Thumbs up just for DH Lawrence alone
The great dragon is inert and modern ways do not help us find him . WOW. ( Paraphrase )
The dragon can be found. One must open to it's benevolent surprise. Then once experienced , remember it's connection.
I'm enjoying this thread .
Thanks !
Yes, dance with rapture. We forget this too often in the minutiae of our days and all the clamoring headlines. This one wild life of ours.
Timeless wisdom shouts
out for changed priorities
before it's too late.
- paje foster
"But there is the other way, back to the sun, to faith in the chaos of suns. Back to the pool of renewal, where we dip ourselves in life again, and let the old case-hardened self-conceit wash off us, and let the body unfurl in all its sensitiveness and naivete again, like a magnolia, to the suns. And this is not so easy. You can't do it by just saying you will do it. It is a slow, blind process, a painful discarding of shells and defences that are only obstructions, and a taking on of a new sensitiveness, awareness, and a new faith in the sun."
- D.H.Lawrence, Introduction to Harry Crosby's "Chariot of the Sun."
We need more Pagans!
Reading it knowing it’s true