To whatever degree we have not provided sanctuary for unmet
feelings of abandonment, loneliness, shame, and rage, we can count on our
partners, children, and close friends to continue to offer this opportunity to
us in a seemingly endless number of ways.
How painful. How excruciating. What grace.
It is outrageous what love will do to reach us… the
relentlessness of the symbols, signs, and guidance, shapeshifting and taking
unexpected forms in order to open a portal into wholeness.
A sunrise, a tree, an unknown longing that appears early in
the morning. The moon, a deer, the water, the clouds… the flow of emotion
within you. While these ones may appear as ordinary visitors on an ordinary day
on an ordinary star… look again. Listen. Feel. Taste. Touch. As they dance
their way into being, they pull back the veil so you can peer into the
infinite, astonished by what is happening behind the scenes. It is anything but
ordinary inside the crucible of your heart.
As we descend into the muddy earth and ascend into the
heavens, we reclaim our birthright as embodied, tender, vulnerable human
beings. Willing to fall apart, to be a mess, to not know how it will all turn
out, to forget and remember, and to return over and over again into the mind of
the beginner. Willing to participate fully in the chaotic glory and rare
opportunity that has been provided here, to bear witness to the activity of
love as it makes its way into form.
There are no experts and no masters on the path of love,
only her humble servants. Ever at the feet of the beloved as she pours her body
into the world of time and space… standing in awe at the miracle, at the
luminous play of dark and light, and the unfolding union of spirit and matter.
