A lot of strange, unusual things have happened in the past ten days. Not all of them unpleasant, yet some. Conversations that started as meaningful going nowhere and ending abruptly. People’s negative reactions, either virtually or on the street. Or people’s absence of response when one was expected. Others facing dire situations and asking for money. Even changes in the frequency of my bowel movement.
Too many unusual, too many numerous happenings in a short period of time not to be noticed, not to be questioned. I had to write them down ‘on paper’ Sunday evening so as to crystallize the moment.
I thought of them this morning, Tuesday, as I reflected on a couple fresh ones, and realized they are birth symptoms. Not pains, symptoms; acknowledged or unacknowledged.
And this is when the idea of ‘rupture’ came upon me; so crystal clear. A birth rupture.
We are witnessing the rupture of the umbilical cord between the old and the new; between what is no longer of this world and what is bursting out, in full force.
Once ruptured, as we know, there is no going back.
And that’s when a message from an Asian friend came to mind. She had misused the word ‘ruptured’ and instead wrote ‘raptured.’
Which explains why, because of a ruptured relationship, one that no longer nourishes us, we are being ‘raptured.’
So, rupture or rapture? Or rupture AND rapture?
It is, in the end, up to us to decide and embrace—or not—this amazing brand New World.