How do we explain rationally those moments where things seem to come together in an uncanny way?
I confess, I simply don’t know.
I do know, though, that there are times when things seem to be more than they simply appear. That there is some latent energy lurking just under the surface, if you can only be still and let yourself sense it.
For example, today is “dies meretricum”, a day sacred to Venus of Eryx, a mountain in Siciliy that is associated with the Carthaginians and their worship of Astarte (Ishtar). In the past week Eryx has come up two books I’ve been reading, Robert Kaplan’s Mediteranean Winters and Robert Graves’ Daughter of Homer. Prior to Kaplan (I read it first) I’d not really heard of Eryx. Now, in a week it has come up three times.
The fact that there is a Graves connection too has an uncanny quality. There are things about Graves that make him someone I feel some commonality with, mainly around the life pattern of being very upright and traditional in youth and then increasingly pagan and independent in later life. And, the role of the Goddess in his works and views is a point of commonality for me too. And, too, the interest I have in historical fiction writing has put me on quite the Graves buying spree as I load up on stuff he’s done in that genre.
One thing in these things I’ve learned is that it’s enough to simply note the presence of that uncanny energy. Looking for a linear “meaning” really doesn’t work and does violence to it anyway. Sensing it is there and cultivating that when you do sense it is, I think, the proper approach.
I am indeed getting flakier as I get older. I’m glad for that, actually.