D H Lawrence explains what was lost in our souls when we lost Father Sky.
What a catastrophe, what a maiming of life when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox!
This week we celebrate the Autumn equinox.
D. H. Lawrence continues:
This is what is the matter with us, we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of life, and expected it to keep on blossoming in our civilized vase on the table.
What happens when cosmology is replaced by psychology? When cosmic connections are displaced by shopping malls and commercials? The heart shrivels. Men’s souls shrink. And untold violence goes through their heads.
But all that has changed as we move beyond a mechanical universe to a living one where Father Sky is giving birth to a new star every fifteen seconds. Webb Telescope has upped the ante on our awareness of the generativity of Father Sky, filling our hearts and imaginations daily with new images and surprising stories of what’s going on there.
Scott Russell Sanders, in a book written for his teen-aged son, tells how his soul expands in the presence of the cosmos.
I still hanker for the original world, the one that makes us rather than the one we make. I hunger for contact with the shaping power that cures the comet’s path and fills the owl’s throat with song and fashions every flake of snow and carpets the hills with green. It is a prodigal, awful, magnificent power, forever casting new forms into existence, then tearing them apart and starting over.*
To be continued.
* Scott Russell Sanders, Hunting for Hope: A Father’s Journeys (Boston: Beacon Press, 1998), p. 138.
Adapted from Matthew Fox, The Hidden Spirituality of Men: Ten Metaphors to Awaken the Sacred Masculine, pp. 3, 13.
Banner Image: Autumn foliage against a brilliant sky. Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash
Queries for Contemplation
What do you feel was lost when we lost our connection to Father Sky? Do you sense its return today?