Friday, May 13, 2016
Margaret Atwood is one of my favorite writers, even though she is indeed a skeptic and often somewhat cynical in her writings. Yet, her insights are for the most part on target and without doubt true descriptions of part of our human journey.
For me, her best book by far was "Surfacing" where, in dramatic contrast to most of her narratives, the "heroine" undergoes a significant spiritual transformation, this while she is alone on an isolated island in the Canadian wilderness. The experience is an initiation into realms of consciousness that she has previously had no awareness of.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
~ Margaret Atwood ~
(Morning in the Burned House)
(picture from google)