The purpose of this blog is to provide a holding, attuned, and provocative space for the mysteries of your heart to unfold. All of you is welcome here, in all of your glory - the painful, the joyous, the heartbroken, and the weary. The invitation is to see your entire life as an expression of high-voltage, creative guidance, and for you to offer yourself to the endless and infinite dimension of love that is emerging within and around you right now.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Held, not healed
There are times when you become activated, hooked, and
triggered, and the walls feel as if they are closing in. Thoughts that
something is wrong with you, that you are unworthy, unlovable. Feelings of
shame, rage, fear, and despair.
Before you conclude that all is lost, slow way down. Cut
into the trance with your breath, soothe it with your senses, and dissolve it
with the allies of the natural world around you. Feel your feet on the ground.
A child has appeared. An orphan. One who has been on a long, tumultuous
journey. She is lost and disoriented, he is longing for rest.
As the knock on the door becomes louder, you must decide if
you will let this one in, or turn her away. Even though for thousands of
moments the knock has fallen upon deaf ears, she has not given up. She cannot
If you do not care for the lost ones, who will? You have
asked your partners, your children, your family members, your friends. As much
as they love you, they cannot open the door for you. You are the only one with
No matter what is going on in your life, or how convinced
you have become that you have failed, you can turn toward the door, now. Start
exactly where you are with an intention to no longer abandon yourself.
The abandoned ones are in constant movement, spinning and
shifting shapes in their longing to be seen and allowed back home. Appearing as
thoughts, feelings, sensations, and memories. As fantasies, symptoms, hopes,
and dreams. Even as the colors and the mountains, the trees, and the stars.
With the intention for communion as your guide, the next
time you are met by the burning, the restlessness, the claustrophobia, and the
shaky, survival-level vulnerability, remember your aspiration. Weave together a
sanctuary where the visitors can rest from a long journey. Provide safe passage
such that their richness and meaning may be revealed.
Inside the heart, you will see that the lost ones do not
need to be transformed. They do not need to be shifted. They do not even need
to be healed. Only held. Go slowly. One second at a time, then rest. They are
not in a hurry. They have been looking for you since beginningless time, and
will never give up.