Friday, September 4, 2015

Inside the alive portal of sadness

At times, you may become aware of a very alive feeling of sadness that accompanies you throughout the day. Perhaps you feel it as you wake in the morning - some vague sense that something is missing, that things are just not quite as they should be, a longing to be more… well… here. And connected. But how?

Or as the sun begins to set, as the colors of dusk appear, or as the moon rises into the night sky. Or as you look into the eyes of a stranger passing you. Or hear a certain piece of music. Or as you feel a slight ache in your heart. A very raw, tender, melancholic call – please, come closer. Be fully here. There is a miracle happening. But how to reach it?

It is tempting to try to pin the sadness onto something—to something someone said, to the loss of a dear friend or lover, to some way you've failed, or to some confusion as to why you've come here or what love really is. Perhaps if you could just link the sadness to some particular aspect of your life situation, then you could 'fix' it. But you sense there's something much more vast occurring here. And that nothing is broken. It is more like an invitation is being offered, but you cannot identify the inviter or the nature of what you are being invited into. It’s just too raw, too naked, too groundless.

It is so easy to dismiss sadness, to conclude that its presence is clear evidence that something has gone wrong, that some mistake has occurred that you must urgently remedy, that you are flawed in some fundamental way, or that you are unworthy of a life of the giving and receiving of wild love. Oh, by the way, it's not very 'spiritual,' is it, for sadness or grief or longing to be so alive within you? I mean, what about staying in the now, loving what is, accepting the moment, being grateful for everything you have, resting in the ‘Self,’ laws of attraction, staying in a ‘high vibration,’ and all of that?

But for just a moment some ancient truth touches you: there is only one ‘high vibration’ – and that is in the placing of Now on the altar resting inside your heart. Bow to that one and end the dream of a future moment. But then that truth is gone. And only the raw tender burning remains.

But what if sadness were a very legitimate and valid experience, in fact a harbinger of integration? What if it were a very alive portal into presence, into the breaking open of your heart, and into a wild sort of compassion and connection? What if the freedom you are so longing for will never arise from understanding, 'transforming,' or even 'healing' the uninvited pure guest of sadness, but by entering into relationship with it? By practicing kindness toward it? By enter into intimacy with it? By making love with it? By providing a sanctuary for it in which it may reveal its sacred gifts?

What if sadness was a messenger sent by some part of you that was longing to be met, finally arising into the light of your awareness to be integrated into the wholeness that you are? What if sadness was never the problem after all, but only the abandonment of it and the disavowal of one of the purest messengers of the heart and somatic aliveness?

As a sensitive, alive human being, it is likely sadness will come knocking from time to time, arriving at the threshold of your heart seeking admittance into the majesty that you are. Before you send it away, become aggressive toward it, deny it or urgently seek relief from it, please take a moment and see. Is sadness an obstacle on your path, or is it the path itself?

In just one radiant here and now moment, you can infuse the energy we call 'sadness' with your presence, with the light of your awareness, and hold it as you would a tender little one who is longing for just one moment loving attunement. Stay with your sadness and allow it to reveal its essence, its nature, and its illumination upon you. For it is a very important portal into aliveness, intimacy, and connection, and a golden doorway into the mysteries of separation and union.

Photo by Jonathan Reyes of the very alive, raw, tender holding space of the Boulder flatirons, my sweet sad precious joyous playground…