Friday, September 7, 2007

fossils

Labor Day weekend included a day of discovery in the Ottawa River. An island surrounded by a fossilized beach. By that I mean a beach of rock, probably limestone, with incredible 'intrusions' of fossils, unbelievably sharp to the touch. It would be impossible to walk barefoot along that shoreline. Many fossils were identifiable as shells and such, but many others are of creatures foreign to me.

This had me thinking about what fossils I might have lurking around in my metaphysical cranium, the non-physical part of me that has so much influence over how my life is played out- the body is a printout of consciousness. Whatever fossilized beliefs, attitudes, fears, or unproductive memories I have taking up valuable "space" in my subconscious mind, that is what plays out in my life, what is visible, palpable, and powerful. I can undo those processes by taking conscious thought, digging up and discarding those unwanted fossils, over-writing the message to one that I consciously choose.

So many of those fossils were put there when my back was turned, or my conscious mind was not fully developed to filter out the garbage.

Now I choose.