Voodoos of ambition
“Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I'm taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I'm traveling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
Voodoos = African black magic mixed with Catholic rituals. Total disoriented amalgam of the sacred that creates havoc and an empty promise. Noise and color and promise with very little actual worth or value. Let them sleep!! I wake them as I myself am sleepwalking and unaware. Why bring nagging and noisy little demons into my world today only from routine? Imagine walking into Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo on Bourbon Street every day to purchase a jar of newt eyes or powdered crocodile teeth and placing my trust in the spirit of its concoction. Foolishness!
But my ambitions and inner drive are just as that. Potions and concoctions of my own making that promise protection, safety, love, money, and happiness.
Don’t go to the shop today, Andrew. Instead, sit in Jackson Square, watch humanity, drink coffee, and breathe air.
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Andrew Bennett
I am a thinker, a writer, and a creative. Discovering who we are, the True Self, requires a willingness to remove the camouflage we have constructed and reveal our most basic unadorned person. No longer seeing only what we wish to see, we can begin to become the whole. My hope is by sharing from my own journey, I may be an encouragement to you on yours.
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