Because our deepest wounding, which is always a wounding around love, emerges relationally, it will be most effectively tended, repaired, and healed within a relational field. We are relational beings and all healing is relational in its essence.
The nature of this relationship, and that of the Other, is of
the mystery and can take many forms, as a shapeshifter and trickster-ally. It
can be astonishing and is sure to never look like we imagined.
The death of an old dream is an essential aspect of the
death-rebirth journey, the dream of me and my life and the way it was all
supposed to turn out. The invitation is to hold the shattered soul-pieces near
and grieve all that we will inevitably lose on the path of awakening and
healing.
It is these tears that are the alchemical aqua permanens,
which water the seeds of new life. In tending these tears the broken pieces are
not mended but revealed to be carriers of light, as they are, in their
un-mended state. They are whole and complete in their brokenness, and not in
need of being transformed.
It is the Friend, in whatever form It appears, that parts the
veil and cleanses our perception, by way of mercy and grace.
That grace is not only the sweet and flowy kind that we cherish
and long for – nurturing, holding, containment within the womb of the Divine
Mother – but will at times appear in a more fierce and wrathful form, and will
reorganize and take us to dust.
This is the grace of the alchemical yellowing, the
putrefaction, which is also the activity of love, but is an emanation of its
darker side.
It is a coming together of unity and multiplicity, solar and
lunar, that reveals a vessel in which love is able to find its way here, incarnating
through our bodies, emotions, and imagination.
Whether sweet or fierce, containing or reorganizing, each are
grace, and will polish the heart with a unique fragrance of the divine.
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