The Myths We Live While We're Busy Making Other Plans
On Reading John Moriarty in the Soccer Field Parking Lot
“What myth do you live? What myth lives you? Do you suffer the labor pains of a world seeking to be reborn?”
Oh, John, what questions. Soul stirring inquiries that seek to pull us beyond the gray of the pavement and the monotony of the white office walls.
When I read these lines in John Moriarty’s Dreamtime I felt my own deepest yearning light up the page.
Recognition. Confirmation. The understanding that we are in the midst of some great rebirthing. The shared belief that this is not really a death moment - of the planetary ecosystems, of our social ecosystems, of the individual spirit-mind-body ecosystem. It is, instead, a difficult and necessary rebirth.
John Moriarty was an Irish mystical philosopher, one of those singular men who honed his intellect in the halls of academia and became poetry in the wilds of Ireland’s West. He was living and writing just a few dozen miles from where I lived in Galway back at the turn of the millennium, but I only heard his name in the last year.
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