Confusion is not pathology, nor is our pain, grief, and the inevitable waves of uncertainty as they wash through an open, tender nervous system. They are none other than natural expressions of the path itself, come to show us something that clarity and surety could never reveal.
In the core of chaos there is wisdom, but we must provide a home for the tender to attune to that level of revelation.
The feeling of heartbreak is not neurotic, it is intelligent. It has something to show us that the unbroken could never reveal. If we will offer holding for the shattered pieces to reassemble, they will do so according to an intelligence beyond what is currently known.
Moments of transition and upheaval are not evidence of some cosmic error or obstacle which must be remedied by process, but we are conditioned to find a problem where there is an invitation. The call is not to transcend the vulnerability but to enter inside it, with curiosity and compassion to find the unique light that is hidden in the shadows. For it is through embodiment to the shaky that the poetry of our life will flow.
There are surges of thought, vision, and feeling that contain important information for the journey ahead. The orphaned ones of the psyche and soma long to reach us, to reclaim their rightful place in the ecology of the internal landscape, and will spin, shapeshift, and take infinite forms to make possible that reunion.
Our world is reorganized when we realize the freedom we are longing for will never be found in the eradication of the unwanted, but only in embodied attunement to the wisdom and creativity it carries.