Sunday, February 3, 2013
The only way out is through…
Sometimes we forget that when we somehow make the crazy choice to organize our lives around the movement of love that *everything* that is unresolved within us will respond to this as the invitation of a lifetime. The long lost orphaned pieces of our precious hearts, our psyches, our bodies know that finally they will be met, they will be held, touched, and cared for. As fools of love, we enter that dimension of experience where there is no longer any history - no causation, no strategies, no ground, no certainties, no resting places – where everything we thought we knew about life and the spiritual journey, and about intimacy and relationships, is burned up in the shimmering crucible of love’s transformative nature.
We realize at the deepest somatic levels that the only way out is through. We start to see just how counter-instinctual the journey really is. We are taken into the innermost chamber of the heart and introduced to every aspect of ourselves we have turned from, shown how each is a unique somatic-energetic expression that has something very important to show us about the true nature of love. Nothing is excluded. *Everything* is welcome here. We begin to feel a tinge of sadness, a certain kind of aloneness; but one that is very alive; it is a raging sadness, a luminous aloneness. Our hearts are no longer ours in a certain way; we know now that they belong to love.
And out of this holding environment of kindness we start to behold the mystery of love as it reorganizes everything – as it reorders this mind, this body, these words, the way we touch another, and the very cells of this precious heart. And even though we know love will demand everything from us, that we will never really be given time off or a vacation or really be able to close our heart to another, we find ourselves at rest, in absolute awe at this human experience, this body and these miracle senses, held by love and touched by its sweetness forever.