“I am feeling more and more certain of my capacity to engage with uncertainty. That there is no real knowing or predicting life, but there is a sense of certainty in your capacity to work with it, moment to moment, to make meaning of experience. My recent comfort with the idea of uncertainty is mostly because - what choice do we have? - and also over the years, I’ve started to trust my own resilience.”
Can "belief" exist without certainty...? Seems like "belief in a creator" needs "certainty" to play along--at least while belief is active. With uncertainty, belief crumbles to maybe--to hope, even-- but that firm commitment cracks opens and lets the light of other possibilities enter. And voilà: conversation begins.
Powerful and beautiful, Gracie.
This paragraph especially:
“I am feeling more and more certain of my capacity to engage with uncertainty. That there is no real knowing or predicting life, but there is a sense of certainty in your capacity to work with it, moment to moment, to make meaning of experience. My recent comfort with the idea of uncertainty is mostly because - what choice do we have? - and also over the years, I’ve started to trust my own resilience.”
Whew! 😮💨❤️
Thanks so much Jack <3
Currently really feeling into..."what choice to we have."
xx
Can "belief" exist without certainty...? Seems like "belief in a creator" needs "certainty" to play along--at least while belief is active. With uncertainty, belief crumbles to maybe--to hope, even-- but that firm commitment cracks opens and lets the light of other possibilities enter. And voilà: conversation begins.
Hope! Your thoughts reminded me of the poem by Yehuda Amichai "The Place Where We Are Right" translated by Stephen Mitchel.
From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
The Place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
xoxo