Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Fragments of love and the dripping stardust of grace as it pours throughout the evening sky…


Many of you have shared lately about the difficulties you’ve been having on the journey, of the profound challenges you’re facing in your intimate relationships, in your work, in your health, and in your desire to find genuine meaning and authenticity in your lives. We often forget that the process of awakening is counter-instinctual and may never actually feel good. We forget that our repressive capacities were put in place to protect us from overwhelm, from the unbearable realities of not being unconditionally loved, and from not feeling safe and held as we so sweetly needed, as our little brains and nervous systems were developing. In this way, what we see as our neurosis – as those less-than-whole aspects of ourselves – is a special type of intelligence and creativity, given as an actual form of grace to help us to survive – psychologically, emotionally, and sometimes even physically. 

These innovative strategies were sent from the beyond into our lives as gifts, each as healing guides to bless us and show us the way home. We have come to see that even though at one time these strategies were quite necessary, that now they are a bit out of date. But rather than raging war on them – with all of our spiritual tools and super egoic judgments – let us somehow find a way to be tremendously kind and compassionate to ourselves as we embark upon the path, appreciating the grace as it unfolds for us according to the uniqueness that is each human heart. When we set aside our defensive organization and embark upon the path of love, we intuitively know that we will have to feel each and every feeling that we have been avoiding. We know that we will no longer be able to hide. We know that even our spiritualities will not protect us from a direct encounter with the unbearable fires of love. We know we will need extra grace. We fall to our knees, touch this precious earth, and call for help, each in our own unique ways. 

This heart, these eyes, these hands, this entire somatic reality – these are true miracles. They have been assembled cell by cell by the same master architect who created the planets, the galaxies, the oceans, and the sweet moon above. This entire human experience was created out of fragments of love, and out of the dripping stardust of grace as it pours throughout the evening sky, showering this sweetest of ever planets with utter unbearable sacredness.