Raw, adjective: 2. not having undergone processes of preparing, dressing, finishing, refining, or manufacture: raw cotton.
We are all works in progress.
I am thinking a lot here in these latter days of the year about Ganesha. And about what it means to be raw.
And I'm not talking about veggies.
Ganesha, the remover of obstacles. Ganesha, the elephant-headed Hindu god who represents our own ability to get unstuck, to move things around, to be that always-emerging work of art, ever in progress. And I am thinking about the ways in which that very same Ganesha imagery shows up in Christian process theology, and in Buddhist notions of impermanence, and in queer and postmodern theories postulating the liberating and fundamental lack of essential identity, and in that ubiquitous contemporary progressive theological understanding of the world, our lives, our realities as being always in creative flux.
(Also known as: raw. Unprocessed. Unfinished. Unhewn.)
And I am loving the ways in which that theme of the universal process of constantly unfolding, of constantly becoming, of being created again and again, over and over, in every moment, in every breath, (in every year!), echoes throughout myriad spiritual traditions, in different words, in different ways.
There's wisdom in this rawness. Trust it. Unfold. Keep becoming.