I’ve been making a slow-travel through California on this little trip home to the US. After a week of being spoiled by girl time and good cooking with a friend in Southern California, I hopped a train to LA and further north. There was a moment of adventure at the train station when I realized that the tracks there were closed and no train would be arriving. With only 10 minutes to get to the next station and catch my train, I had some luck with two guys and a pick up truck who generously loaded up me and my baggage and another poor soul who didn’t get the news of the closed station. We pulled up to the next station just as a train was getting ready to leave and breathed a sigh of relief that we would make our destination.
Taoism states that we can only know a thing by knowing and understanding its opposite. For example, how can we know light if we’ve never been engulfed in darkness? How can we know happiness if we’ve never plumbed the depths of sadness? Each is just one side of a coin, with oneness being the reality and dualism the illusion.
Another way we can know a thing is by its absence. As Nataraja dances the world into existence, feet rise and fall, hips undulate, and we come in and out of being as we watch. Each time a toe rises, happiness is there or it isn’t. A hand waves down dancing to the universal rhythm, and a wish is granted.