As it happens the good folk at Wikipedia tell us that today is Terminalia, the feast of Terminus the god of boundaries. Apparently his image is simply a post or a stone stuck in the ground, marking out, of course, boundaries.
On the way of spirit we are invited to see how we are both absolutely unique, never to be repeated, and common as dirt, our selves woven out of each other and the world in a way past intimacy.
Generally, we come into the world with some good sense of boundaries, of the separation. It takes grace, and often some work, to see past the boundaries to the great empty.
But, the way does not end with seeing into the empty.
It requires we come back into the world. Live in the world. Know both the connection and the separation.
So, a pause to recall the boundaries.
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