image from the Robin Wood Tarot
Our ancestors huddled around fires to keep the predators at bay. We aren’t as far removed from them as we like to think. Being the paranoid worrywart that I am, these scenarios have been playing through my head virtually non-stop the last week or so.
Now, I have the confidence that comes from experience. I’ve been given three layoff notices in my career and I’ve yet to miss a paycheck – for which I am immensely thankful. Part of that is skill, part is hard work, but part is purely Divine Providence. My dealings with the police consist of two speeding tickets, neither of which could legitimately be characterized as overzealous. And after 47 years of not dying, I don’t worry much (some, but not much) about getting run over by a beer truck on the way home from work.
But if life is so fragile, so uncertain, why bother building it at all – why not just become a Renouncer now?
Because when it’s right, when it works, life is good. That’s where Pagans differ from both Eastern and Western religions – the world isn’t suffering and it isn’t sinful, it’s full of joy and excitement and satisfaction and pleasure. That’s not all it is, but it’s worth putting up with the bad (and the danger of the really bad) in order to experience the good.
And yet, at times like these, the freedom of the monk or the mystic – or the lunatic – looks awfully inviting. No need to worry about jobs or houses or new computers that stop working after 11 days in use, just meditate, just bask in divine communion…
Is this an either/or proposition? Or is there a way to participate in the pleasures of life without becoming so attached to them that the possibility of their loss causes sleepless nights? And alternatively, is it possible to plug directly into the Divine without going stark raving mad?