The blue ones circle the field, longing for a sanctuary to be felt and heard, so that they may disclose their wisdom-essence.
Their primordial home is in the deep soma, and from there emerge as figures in our dreams, burning in the belly, emptiness in the heart, and a certain sort of homesickness in psyche.
Grief is the ultimate shapeshifter and will appear in infinite forms as it seeks a location in which it might incarnate and indwell itself here, washing us out from the inside, and preparing the ground for new life.
Though it may appear otherwise – especially in a world that has forgotten this dimension of soul – grief is not an obstacle to our path… but a radiant manifestation of it, as an emissary of wholeness.
In providing safe passage for grief to be illuminated, articulated, symbolized, and metabolized, a bridge begins to form piece by piece connecting us with others and with all of life.
We do not create or design this bridge by way of ordinary conceptual process, but bear witness to its qualities as they unfold autonomously… by way of our fidelity and devotion, as the alchemist holds and loves the material in the vessel.
This bridge – the open blue door – will look and feel differently for each of us, displaying unique color, fragrance, dimensions, and engraved symbolic expression. It is by way of embodied resonance that we will be able to see and sense the bridge and passage.
When we take the risk of allowing another person and allowing this life to truly matter to us, we open ourselves to be a location, or a vehicle for the purifying ally of grief to find its way into this world.
And to bring with it a firestorm of compassionate activity for the benefit of all beings.
