Sunday, December 18, 2016

Jewels buried in the dark

As you attune to the “other” in front of you – as well as to the emerging disowned “other” within – a third presence will fill the space between, forming a vessel of sanctuary to hold the pieces of the broken world.

The psyche is infinitely creative and will use unmet emotion, vision, longing, and dreams to reach you, in its unending quest for wholeness. The waves of anxiety, the whispers of hopelessness, the unresolvable and contradictory feelings. There is meaning embedded into these attempts at communication, but requires non-ordinary perception to uncode it. It requires moving against the stream of a world that has disavowed the jewels buried in the rich soil of the dark.

Something is disintegrating, and old forms are falling away. What once seemed so important no longer is. The identities you needed to maintain no longer seem so compelling. The old hopes and dreams have lost their magnetic charge. Where you were going to find meaning and depth has been called into question. As well your ideas about intimacy, relationship, and your work in the world.

It is natural and honorable to grieve the dissolution. For to do so is to prepare the field for the forms of love to reconfigure, this time in more integrated ways. The path of the heart is always of the unknown and is full-spectrum in its nature. It will ask everything of us, and even more than that, and yet even more. While there is never a day off, really, for the traveler of the heart, anything less will never meet the longing within you. A partial life is just not going to do.

Art by Peter Benkmann