Our comfort zone is our lotus tree
We eat its sweet fruit and forget to move on to the next step of our journey.
And – it is the journey that matters, as Kavafis’ Ithaca reminds us.
But – if we can’t remember our Ithaca; our destination, but also our start, the arche:
Can we remember to take the next step?
“Can you?” the Whisper asked; the Silent Rise.
Lotus-Eater, in Greek mythology, one of a tribe encountered by the Greek hero Odysseus during his return from Troy, after a north wind had driven him and his men from Cape Malea (Homer, Odyssey, Book IX). The local inhabitants, whose distinctive practice is indicated by their name, invited Odysseus’ scouts to eat of the mysterious plant.
Those who did so were overcome by a blissful forgetfulness.Brittanica
We are responsible for our own growth. Remember.
We are all heading to the same place. Every individual is on a path;
One can forge it with compassion for the other, and the greater ‘Self’.