Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with exploring the concepts of pronoia (the belief that the universe is conspiring to shower us with blessings), quiety (serenity) and peace – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply delightful-to-me words.
V is for…
veriloquent – speaking the truth
I’ve been immersed in some deep thinking about truth lately. I’m working my way through Laura Riding Jackson’s book from the 1970’s entitled The Telling. It’s not an easy read – for me it’s been one of those stop and start affairs. But it’s urging me to dig deep in examination of truth. She says:
“The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us… We must grasp the Subject with the tongs of our individual littleness; take the measure of it with what we are.”
This reminds me of something I heard some time ago, source unremembered, that likened truth to a mirror that had been shattered and we’re each given a piece. We can’t know the whole, and at the very best we can only know our piece.
In one way this seem disappointing – I suspect we all want to know TRUTH – all of it, irrefutable. As if it were one thing written somewhere and we only needed to commit it to memory. But I’m pretty sure there isn’t ONE truth. I do believe we all have our own truth.
I really resonate with something Clarissa Pinkola Estes says, which I think fundamentally speaks about our own truth:
“Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires.”
Palmer Parker also weighs in with something I find worthy of examination. He refers to a Yeats poem that talks about the lying days of youth, then withering into the truth. And Parker says:
“My youthful ‘lies’ weren’t intentional. I just didn’t know enough about myself, the world, and the relation of the two to tell the truth. So what I said on those subjects came from my ego, a notorious liar. Coming to terms with the soul-truth of who I am – of my complex and often confusing mix of darkness and light – has required my ego to shrivel up.”
The world is complex, and each one of us is a complicated creature journeying through life in ways that often seem blind and contradictory. I certainly think we all get to choose what energy we wish carry, and it’s my hope I keep myself pointed in the direction of loving-kindness and compassion more often than not. But I don’t ever want to use that to hide behind, to shirk from those situations that demand I speak my truth. I think that’s what is asked of us in these challenging times – to be willing to be seen in our soul truth, and to speak it aloud.
What do you think? What truth are you holding? Do tell – you know I love to hear.