Sunday, June 12, 2016

Drop into the muddy earth



You have moved through one layer only to discover another has appeared. A door to the other world has opened. Another day awaits you, yet there is a sense that something unprecedented is longing to break through the dream of partiality.

You have broken apart, come back together, only to break apart yet again. What you knew so clearly just a few days ago has dissolved back into the unknown. But the path is everywhere. The harbingers of integration are all around you, and will continue to emerge in the most surprising ways, carrying their invitation of wholeness.

The veil is parting, yet what is coming next has not yet been given. The “death” part of the death-rebirth journey has occurred, but where is the “rebirth?” While the mind may naturally want to abandon death and spin into what is next, stay close to what is here now. For it is pure creativity and potential, when met with an open heart.

You can rest now, for today may not be the day for answers. But to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question.

You can slow down. Nothing is urgent. Nothing need be fixed, changed, healed, transformed, or resolved… for right now. Breathe. Mingle your essence with the blue in the sky. Drop into the muddy earth and receive the holding of the embodied world.

Dare to see that grace is right here, not as a destination that you will reach one day by means of a weary journey – not after you get “enlightened,” heal your past, meet your next partner, or “raise your vibration.” But as a lover for you to dance, play, and explore with, in the unfolding, eternal now.

On this new spring day, surrender the dream of unworthiness and behold the grace that is always, already here, raging equally in the struggle and in the joy – in the despair and in the bliss. See that it is shining through the mess and shape-shifting from one form to another, in order to reveal just how whole you truly are.

And within the temple that is your very own body, receive the invitation to fully participate, to no longer postpone being here, and to be in awe at how relentless the activity of grace truly is. And how painfully precious it is, to be in a star where love is alive.


Photo credit: “Collecting the Stars” by Kevin Carden