Fluidity, Part 1
I woke up this morning with the song “Muddy Road,” by Walela running through my head. “We are walking on a muddy road, ain’t no one here beside me I don’t know. We’re the links in the chain, just passing through again, we are walking on a muddy road….” It’s a song about the Trail of Tears. People being forced to move everything that is dear to them to a place that is foreign to them. But they are supporting each other. They are sad but confident that, once they cross the last river, they will “put on their wings and fly.”
We all know that was not what happened. Too many of them died on that muddy road. Too many of them ended up with illness, poverty and addiction as their constant companions. Too many. But the positive attitude kept a small piece of hope alive in their hearts.
That’s how I feel now. Like many of us, I am deeply concerned about the future of the human race. We could get stuck in this muddy mess we’ve created. Have we come this far only to slip back, perhaps on a muddy road, into the hatred and tribalism of our recent ancestors?
But, I don’t believe we are there yet.
I’m reminded of a recent phrase floating around the internet: “Once you go through the door to awareness, you can never come back.” Awareness. It can be a blessing and a curse. Once you become aware, you are AWARE. Not only do you see things, but you SEE things. You know things. You have to filter a lot in order to stay sane. You flow down that muddy road in your foul weather boots, holding onto the bushes and branches on either side, and you find your way to the end, or to a crossroad.
And you make a choice—create a new road, or go this way or that. It doesn’t matter. You keep walking. Going back is not an option. That is fluidity.
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