The stars we are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell. We come to see the stars arranged as constellations, and as constellations they orient us, they give us something to navigate by, both for traveling across the earth and for telling stories, these bears and scorpions and centaurs and seated queens with their appointed places and seasons. Imagine the lines drawn between stars as roads themselves, as routes for the imagination to travel.
The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.
Rebecca Solnit, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Sunday - Saying Yes to the World
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I really should find some time to build a database of the titles of the magnificent books you quote as I do not know any of them!
I love the idea of invisible lines...
As I return to village living, I'm aware how I feel I've 'come home' (although this place is new to me). I feel I instinctively know what to do, how to live in this place - a strange kind of connection, as if I've been here before...
Thanks for a great post :)
Beautiful quotation.
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