{"id":2278,"date":"2020-10-04T19:13:26","date_gmt":"2020-10-04T19:13:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2278"},"modified":"2020-10-04T20:33:28","modified_gmt":"2020-10-04T20:33:28","slug":"2278","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2278","title":{"rendered":"Ground Under our Feet?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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We live between four walls, they are temporary, fragile, often cheap, sometimes made of scythed corn stalks.\u00a0 They have been speared into the ground for the Jewish holiday of Sukkot, they won\u2019t hold for long, their very nature is impermanence.\u00a0 While they last, swaying in the crisp weedy air, let\u2019s whoop it up inside!\u00a0 Let\u2019s eat and drink and talk about wandering and homelessness, how great paradigms rise and fall but never die.\u00a0 Let\u2019s go into the rattle of uncertainties, though while we\u2019re sitting or standing in one place, we\u2019re in A Place.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How in-between and gappy everything is!\u00a0 Between the four walls, between the moment and la dur\u00e9e, we are also sitting between our spry and grinding doubt and our aspirations.\u00a0 Against the backdrop of black sky – for in this Sukkah there is no thatch, no leaf cover, no tile, no roof – I see the scintillating stars.\u00a0 Is it true that \u201cthe world spins nightly towards its brightness and we are on it,\u201d as C.D. Wright wrote? These weeks of radical chaos make it hard to believe anything except dismay and revulsion. \u201cI heard him, he was washing the world, unseen, nightlong, real.\u201d\u00a0 Paul Celan, is it so?\u00a0 Mood swings are counted not in days, but in hours; the decision to start over can happen several times a day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We know how many things we claim are random and by chance, and how a flag flying over us becomes tatty and shorn.  Identities fall away.  The Place, one of the names of God, is maddeningly ambiguous and general, but I tend to like ambiguous and general.  I saw a fox standing in my garden one morning. What an indifferent, charged, gleaming animal that decided, after a stare-off, that I wasn’t worth the effort, and wandered off; it was a serene confrontation. This is the challenge, how to live in our grounded groundlessness, our wanderings, in our corn-stalk houses, here, hineini, finding one place to stand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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