But somehow you are still being asked ... to ... burn ... more. No. Not that. Where has the grace gone? All that is left now is a raging, unrequited longing, a surging achiness in your body, and an unbearable rawness in your heart. Oh, friend, you are right on track.
And then in the next moment, when all hope has vanished into an unbearable surging of hopelessness, the beloved arrives as an explosion in the mandala of your somatic majesty, with something important to show you. You see so clearly that this longing, this burning, and this agonizing tenderness is the return message. Love has not abandoned you, but is pouring through the cracks in your armor, destroying everything that is false and less than whole within you. It is re-wiring your body, re-calibrating the cells of your heart, dropping seeds of vulnerability, and laying new pathways of blessing through your nervous system.
Stay still. Do not move from this moment. Dare to see that no mistake has been made. See that grace could never leave you, even for an instant. For she is not a destination or a goal, but a lover. From here, only revelation. It is all revelation now.