Dear Friends and Family,
I have been working on something for you that is not quite ready to come out of the cooker. If I pull it out of the oven now, the center will be mush. What has been baking for this week will come out next, and with a bow of thanks to you for your patience.
. . .
Mystic, philosopher Peter Kingsley comes to us today to whisper into next week.
Ever in gratitude and with love,
Renée
So many of us today are concerned about [fill in the many blanks]. But there’s hardly anyone who notices the most extraordinary threat of all: the extinction of our knowledge of what we are.
For we are not just twenty or forty or seventy years old. That’s only an appearance. We’re ancient, incredibly ancient. We hold the history of the stars in our pockets.
That knowledge that’s gone missing has to do with the past. And yet it has nothing to do with the past as we understand the past. We are the past. Even our tomorrows are the past acting itself out. We like to think we can step into the future by leaving the past behind, but that can’t be done.
We only move to the future when we turn to face our past and become what we are.
So let’s start at the beginning. . . . 1
Peter Kingsley, In the Dark Places of Wisdom (Point Reyes, CA: Golden Sufi Center, 1999) pp. 9–10, emphasis added.
'We hold the history of stars in our pockets'.
Beautiful, Renée.
Your articles always make me ponder and bring me peace simultaneously. Also, I went back to check your Instagram. I’ve been on there more often because... Hell, I don't even know. To bring more people here, I guess. But I always get depressed. People who regurgitate self-quotes consistently seem to find success, and someone who sporadically posts incredible pictures or shares deep thoughts doesn't. I wanted to share a story on Instagram with your pictures, and some quotes saying how maddening it is that accounts like these don't have a greater reach. But I thought I should ask for permission first. I also don't know if you agree.