For these past two days we have been rained on, steadily and heavily. Yesterday, happening to glance out the living room window, I noticed that the river had risen and was still rising, not to speak of flowing at an alarming rate. Uprooted logs, branches
and whole trees were racing down; even a few ducks looked like they were surfing.
Subsequently and within a few hours, the whole of cottage country - not just Haliburton County, but Bracebridge and Huntsville also - were in states of emergency. Everywhere
rivers were rising into peoples' homes, taking docks (like ours) boats and picnic tables, anything too close to water. We are lucky just to have our well covered in the high water, and to have to drink only bottled water for now until we can "shock" the well
into cleanliness again. (Don't ask)
How fast this can happen, is my thought today. How swiftly can people's lives be turned around, if not upside down. A single event, in a split second; a swift river, a day's rain. I am tending to think that the outer
world simply mirrors the inner world, and that swift and sudden changes can arise in that world too: thoughts we only vaguely noticed now build to flood size; sudden changes in behaviour, in thinking...suddenly we find ourselves catapulted to a new response
arising from a shift in thnking we hardly noticed until it became flood size.
I believe that this is how new consciousness is rising in our world. It is small and bothersome at first; we don't take it seriously; we pooh-pooh and dismiss; but suddenly
(or at least in a very short time) what was unthinkable three years ago is being thought by a majority of people now, as if we always thought it. As the great theologian Paul Tillich so often taught "Being is dynamically oriented toward becoming...the dynamic
character of being implies the tendancy of everything to transcend itself and create new forms."
Just as the rivers of cottage country are suddenly rising to create new forms, so is our global thinking, made possible by the internet, the light and dark
that charcterizes our time in history. We will either fall behind in the flood, or follow the river, carried by current and foam, wave and wood. Our denial will not stop the flood, nor will our resistance bring us into light. Opening, tentatively stepping
into what-we-could-not-step-into-before: thus we participate in Being's becoming.