Marion Woodman included this T. S. Eliot quote in The Pregnant Virgin, a book I just hate to have finished:
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting,
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Four Quartets, East Coker.
These times seem to call for a certain blankness and willingness to be surprised, the dissolution of habit and free fall, being beyond thought, fire walking, the encouragement of lines like Eliot's, and maybe, waking up to life.
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