Daily Signet

The old of us must die in order for the new to be born. What can be birthed, created when the least of us dies, is the best of us. We have the opportunity to create ourselves in the image of the future us to which we aspire; the image of our own Origo to which we aspire. That new us to which we aspire becomes our sun – around which we revolve – the sun whose gravitational force draws us closer and closer while warming and renewing us – day after day after day. One of the meanings of the Greek word “Kosmos” was embroidery. Was Odysseus’ stalwart Penelope creative – weaving during the day and then ripping it out at night to begin a new pattern the next day – so day follows night follows day? We each, individually, with our unique Human Souls, at night ripping apart yesterday’s pattern and each day having the opportunity to weave a new pattern. Giving birth to the new us. What could be more creative than that?                                                             

Benjamin H. Leichtling

On This Day…

Elizabeth Goudge born 1900 in Wells, England, died 1984: novelist.
Works: The Little White Horse, The Scent of Water, the trilogy of the Eliot family
Quotes:  “Butterflies…not quite birds as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.” “Faith given back to us after a night of doubt is a stronger thing, and far more valuable to us than faith that has never been tested.” “Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.”