A Word-wright, in Search of the Right

Looking back, I would say I have not written here in over a month because I was spent.
I use “spent” because “exhausted” has some negative connotations that are not right. I could have said “happily exhausted,” but “spent” also has connotations of having a resource and having it depleted, which fit well here.

.: I have wanted to write before now (says one faction of my inner committee).
.:I have started writing several times in the last month
.: But it never “went anywhere.” It never felt “right.”
Which is what I want to try and talk about today; a sense of “rightness.”

So, for a year now, I’ve been talking about Gaia on this website and I’ve been saying this is more than an abstract notion; Gaia is “speaking” to us, offering us valuable information about how to weave the fabric of our lives.
And when we do that, when we are in “sync” with our biosphere
and with Gaia’s “intent,”
when our individual acts are resonant with the larger whole,
we can shine with Gaia’s light.
Our lives can shine forth that Light,
that rightness,
that expression of good connection to wholeness.
Our lives can be like beams,
revealing Gaia,
Real-izing Gaia
In our living.
As I write (wright1) this, I hear, in my words, resonances with the language of Christian thought,
as in, “the light of Christ shone through her.”
I am not surprised. As I have been saying for a year: “what I am saying is nothing new. I am re-expressing truths found in all the world’s religions.”
So if I use sentences and thought-forms that sound “Christian,” it’s hardly a surprise.
I hope they sound Taoist, too, and Native American.

I felt led to start this website, and then,
to the dismay of some members of my inner committee,
I felt led to talk about some compulsive aspects of my life, aspects of my appetites, my “needy greedy.”
Why?
The truest answer is not a “reason” in a rational sense;
it felt like the right thing to do.
It had a sense of rightness.
I was led or guided to do it, despite reluctance and despite the violation of social norms.
And my sense of being led has continued over this last year, a sense that I am being led to demonstrate, with my life, what no words can convincingly say.
I believe I am being led to live my truth,
to live into my guidance,
and to show forth the result of a growing resonance with the Whole.
Dear friends, I am led to offer my life as an example of what can happen
when we set ego aside,
as best we can,
and try to live the truth we find within us, to shine with it.
To shine forth something larger than our individual selves,
to live by “our christ,”
to real-ize,
to craft,
to wright1,
to manifest
“Gaia’s intent.”

I don’t know what I’m saying here, and I ask you, my friends, my community, to work with me.
You have been watching what is happening to me, or you can look back and see how this has unfolded over time. You have heard me say
“I accept a calling as a Gaia Troubadour,”
and you know I want my life to speak the same message as my words do.
I ask you to consider in your hearts, not necessarily for publication,
or even sharing
“what is happening to Richard?
“What words and thought forms would I use to describe what Richard thinks is happening to him?”
I ask you to do this because I believe we are in this together.
I believe I am a single strand in our fabric,
a single element within a compound eye/I.
I need more than I have to offer on my own.
I need community
to understand
as well as I can
the throbbing wholeness
of which we humans are a part,
and with which we grapple.

Love,
Richard

To those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, I wish holiday greetings.
The gathering darkness will soon begin to abate.
Let those of us concerned with the Light
join with all faith traditions
in celebration.


1 Wright \Wright\, n. [OE. wrighte, writhe, AS. wyrtha, fr. wyrcean to work. [root]145. See Work.]
One who is engaged in a mechanical or manufacturing business; an artificer; a workman; a manufacturer; a mechanic; esp., a worker in wood; — now chiefly used in compounds, as in millwright, wheelwright, etc.

He was a well good wright, a carpenter. –Chaucer.

Source: Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)

About Richard O Fuller

Quaker, living in the Twin Cities, Minnesota.
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