Go out under her tonight and dissolve the trance that something is missing. You are neither broken, nor whole but weaved of particles of the vast. Love has no bias for whole over broken, unity over multiplicity, or spirit over matter, but will make use of each of equally to open a portal into the mystery.
As you rest in the lunar aliveness, allow the veil to part, revealing a fragrance, an image, a feeling, a mood, a sound, a vision to appear. Root into the earth, open to the heavens, sink into the mud. Breathe into the moon and feel her breath as the return message. Allow these to circulate within and around you.
While we may continue to play hide and seek—at times seen and at other times concealed—the beloved is always, already inside us. Planting seeds that come to fruit each time we say something kind, hold another who is suffering, and allow ourselves to be crafted as a vessel for love to come here.
Though the longing may ache, the cosmic enactment of lost and found is not error but holy, not a mistake but benediction, not evidence that you have failed, but that you have been heard. A theatre of the sacred.
The next event is The Healing Shame Retreat: Spiritual Awakening and Transforming the Core Wound of Unworthiness, April 24-29, 2019 at Sunrise Ranch in Loveland, Colorado, with co-facilitator Jeff Foster